Spaghetti pasta with tomatoes, garlic, sausage, and basil. Roasted broccoli with salt and olive oil. Tommy helped me stir everything and made sure the spaghetti water was salted every time I turned my back, and then he ate nothing. Ryan ate the pasta, Danny ate/crumbled a little of everything and was carried directly from high chair to tub, and I stuffed myself. Not a bad meal all in all. At least, not until Danny sneezed in the tub and projectile spit a giant glob of chewed broccoli at me.