At least, that was the verdict when I asked him how we should celebrate his birthday dinner.
“Do you want me to make your favorite (plain unadulterated pasta) at home? Or do you want us to take you out somewhere?” I asked.
He pondered it over for a quarter of an hour before replying.
“Let’s have supper at home, but we can make it special. I’d like the pasta to be blue!”
And so I dug around the back of the spice cabinet for the bottle of long-neglected food coloring, and boiled my younger son a pot of blue water.
Blue spaghetti, a day in our pajamas, unlimited wii time, and a few rounds of the cheese touch game… A happy eighth birthday, if ever there was one, I’d say!