Don't eat the grass..

Anyone who knows my little Kaitlyn Bell or anyone who just so happens to read my blog knows that she is a finicky eater. Tonight we were having lasagna. It's a pretty safe bet so long as I take the top noodle off that is smothered in cheese. Thankfully there is always enough sauce that she misses the taste and smell of the ricotta cheese. You can't have lasagna without salad and garlic bread for sides. Maybe tonight would be the night Kaitlyn would decide she wanted to try salad. Not so fast, no, tonight she announced "it looks like grass; we don't eat the grass, right Mommy?" Gotta love her!