(Alright, so the picture's back lit, her hair is a little ragamuffin because it was late afternoon, and she is wearing a headlamp, but you get the idea.)]
Anyway, where was I? Oh, the Barbies. So she asks me what the thing's name is and I give her a few choices, Alice or Mary or something, and she says, "No, her name is Aloona." Seriously. The child has not really encountered Barbies or Mermaids and she picks a fittingly fancy name. I think I need to close a parentheses here).
Back to the original story. I'll recap in case you've forgotten what I was talking about (I did, I had to scroll back up). They didn't eat the ravioli (I had no problem with them; I put sauce on mine). Kate had had a banana and pretzel sticks for a snack, and maybe some cheese, followed by 3 bites of ravioli and the apples, so she said she was full. Sam capped off the ravioli whine and apples with a bowl of cereal.
You read that right. On what was basically a "gimme" night of something they "like," I let him have a bowl of cereal because he didn't want to eat.