This time, as I sat at the table eating my spaghetti, William was watching me intently. Then he said, in a tone that implied a great and grave injustice had been done to him,
"But Mommy, I don't have the long pasgetti noodles for twirling."
So we gave him some. James wanted them too, and I couldn't resist taking photos
of them twirling the long noodles and then trying to maneuver them into their mouths. It was a long dinner. I don't know how much pasta actually ended up in their mouths. There was a lot on the floor. But it was a lot of fun to see them come up with their own techniques and eventually have some kind of success. They felt a great sense of accomplishment. Bravo!