For a while, I was afraid she wasn't. She refuses to eat pasta. Mac and cheese is poison to her. Potatoes? Yuck! Don't even begin to suggest carrots or sweet potatoes. How could Laura be my child?! My nickname growing up was "Potato." I ate so many carrots at one point, I turned orange. It seems so completely foreign to me to watch Laura spit out my favorite foods without a sideways glance.
But tonight, I discovered that Laura is still normal. She loves Spaghetti O's.
Just like any other normal kid out there, Laura got the pasta all over her face and arms.
And I didn't even mind cleaning it up!
