I made ham and some simple sides for supper tonight. Nathan said, "This must be Jonah's kind of meal. He cleaned his plate!"
"Yeah," I said, "he always eats all of meals that are not all mixed together." Seriously, if I make soup, he'll eat every ingredient, including a cup of broth, on it's way to the pot, but won't touch it in the bowl.
Nathan said, only half joking, "Maybe you should just save out some of all the ingredients and give him that instead of his meals."
"Nope." I said. "His wife would not appreciate that."
Jonah made a funny face, so I told him, "Jonah, someday your future wife will thank me."