Ever since I was a wee-little thing I have had a love affair with Pastina (Ronzoni) served with butter and milk. It has always been the go-to comfort food for me growing up, and even as an adult. The first time Little Girl had it was after she had her front tooth removed following an accident. Little Man, fickle as ever, has firmly stated "no thank you" each and every time it is offered. That is until... today! He said he would try it and after one spoonful asked for his own bowl. I may or may not have done a happy dance; I also got photographic evidence. One stipulation, however, was that the children agreed to be photographed if they could have a picture taken doing this:
A small price to pay in order to get pictures of them eating Pastina:
Oh and while there is no photographic evidence anyone who knows me is well-aware that if Pastina is being served, a portion is being enjoyed by me.