Dinner!

After much assurance from the people I work with I attempted a new dinner tactic with Hayden last night. I requested "Chef Hayden" make an appearance in the kitchen and whip us up some dinner. He entered the "cooking area" the appropriate attire (boxer briefs on head for hat, big shirt for apron, and 2 oven mits for "safety reasons")
The cooking went well, we made baked spaghetti. He did an amazing job grating the cheese, cooking the noodles, making the sauce, combining all the ingredients and putting it in the oven to bake. He stayed for the entire 1 hour process, as long as I called him "Chef Hayden".
When the dinner was done baking we pulled it out, set it on the table, took the tin foil off and....boy oh boy...."hey this is not regular spaghetti, this is not what I was expecting. This is disgusting pig food if you ask me. I am not eating this, you are the meanest mom on the planet for making me eat this." (tears, tears, more screaming, plate on floor, chair knocked over, stomping to bedroom) At which time Harley looked at me and said, "Isn't he the one that made it?"
After Chef Hayden calmed down a little I put some spaghetti on his plate and went to talk to him. I said, "Just go look at it on your plate, if you still think it is gross you don't have to eat it." So Hayden stomped back into the kitchen took one look at his plate and said, "See this is what I am talking about, that is what regular spaghetti looks like. I am not eating that other crap." Harley then looked at me and rolled her eyes "whatever" she said. I put my head in my hands and watched Hayden wolf down his plate of 'regular spaghetti'.
Another successful dinner at the Munk house! Merry Christmas!