Sometimes I feel like this is what I do all day. Fix a meal, serve a meal, clean up a meal, clean up everything else. Repeat. Meal time is funny, sometimes hysterical, but often frustrating. We go through such a variety of food. One day he loves it, the next meal he hates it. Hmmm. But I know it could be worse. He isn't really throwing food much and most of the time he's happy. So for now, I'll look at this sweet face and be content.....