I clearly remember that jingle from my childhood and oh how I thought I would love spagetti-o's if only mom would buy them.
About once a year my kids decide they want spaghetti-o's and about once a year I let them get a can, they always promise they will eat them. So last week was that time of year while at
Wal-Mart Caleb made the plea and I gave in. So lunch time rolls around and we crack open the can Ella refuses but Caleb is ready, I heat them up and he sits down about 20 minutes later they look untouched. "Do you not like them I ask?" Oh no mom I like them I'm just done. A little later on Caleb says "those are not so good, I think there is something besides tomato sauce in them" Oh how hard it is to be a kid with a discerning palate!
See ya next year Mr Spaghetti-O