This is what happens when he eats spaghetti at home. The shirt had to come off because he had dripped so much sauce on it that it was starting to stick to his chest.
Same thing happens in public. Except he keeps his shirt on. I tried cutting the noodles into smaller pieces and letting him use a spoon. He cries when I do that. I figure that most people would rather see him slurp the noodles than hear him cry. :)
What are your feelings on children in restaurants? Seen but not heard?
