My kids don’t like spaghetti. They watch me with skepticism when I boil the water for spaghetti noodles. They’ll partake in the ritual of putting noodles in the rolling boil and sneer at the end result. Inviting them into the cooking process doesn’t quell their disdain. They know bad noodles when they see ‘em.
My husband and I set boundaries and make co…
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