Shira refuses to eat off any plate other than mine. If I try and separate out her food from mine (you know, so she doesn't eat the super spicy guacamole that I made for Steve and I) she screams hysterically, refuses to eat the portion on her side of the plate, and sobs until I apologize for trying to save her from herself. (This is frequently followed by her sobbing because the food was - wait for it - too spicy.)Either she thinks I am trying to poison her, or the food simply tastes better when she knows that she is currently doing her best to make sure I catch whatever cold germs she is currently harboring. Of course, I shouldn't complain, I'm pretty sure I always thought the food on my mom's plate tasted better too.
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