I decided to stop being pathetic and cook something for dinner.

I made spaghetti arrabbiata, and…JACKSON ATE IT!

This is a big deal. He’s so picky.  He’s even pickier than I was as a child, which is saying something.  It’s like I’m being punished for being a difficult child.

But seriously…yay.

I also love that he likes spicy stuff.  He tolerates it really well.

Win.