I cook steak. “I want noodles…” I cook chicken. “I want noodles…” I make salad. “I want noodles…” That’s all my seven year old kid will eat for dinner. Noodles, butter and parm cheese. Even when we go out to dinner as I hear her order a $7 plate of plain pasta my heart wrenches. “You are what you eat,” parents say to their kids. I’ve never said that because if you think about it, it’s better to be a noodle than a piece of steak, chicken or lettuce….and I’ve yet to see anyone turn into food. So I don’t argue. Then again if tomorrow her legs turn into elbow noodles, I’ll delete this.