So, back to the dinner story . . . She was sitting in her booster seat, glumly poking at her food. I had served her some pasta with mushroom sauce, which she had always liked (usually even asking for seconds). Finally she looked at her father and said, "I don't like this."
Him: "Well, can you send out the personality that does like it, because you ate it just fine last week."
In other news, my foster girl got adopted today. Yay!