Progress

It is not uncommon for my younger two children to complain about what I have made for supper.  We have repeatedly talked about being grateful for the time and effort someone takes to make a meal, whether or not it's something you prefer.  

Last night I made enchiladas for dinner.  When I put dinner on the table, Adelie made a disgusted face.  She followed it up quickly with, "Thanks for making dinner, Mom.  Maybe I'll actually like it this time."

Not sure that's a ringing endorsement, but I appreciated the effort.  We'll call that progress.