Feeding kids is an endless adventure

Today after Isaac's Little League game, he and I were craving some Chinese food, but our usual place was too crowded, and the other issue was that Ruthie doesn't like Chinese. So we decided to go over to Porter Square, hit Panera for some plain buttered noodles (one of the very few things Ruthie will reliably eat *eyeroll*), and then go to a Chinese restaurant there, amusingly named "Wok 'n Roll."

But when we got there, I noticed the Indian restaurant next to the Chinese place and said to Isaac, "how about Indian instead?" and Isaac, whose Indian friend at school has apparently been talking up the joys of Indian food, agreed. Ruthie didn't care because she had her buttered noodles. So we went in and ordered samosas, aloo tikki, naan, poori, and saag paneer. (Ruthie: "What about scallion pancakes??" Me: "That's Chinese. This is Indian!" Ruthie: "Are we gonna get fortune cookies?" Me: *groan*)

And then a funny thing happened when the saag paneer arrived. Ruthie looked at it and went "ooh, that stuff is good, can I have some?" And proceeded to eat three helpings of it!! omgwtflol. Seriously, this is the kid who subsists mainly on plain noodles with butter, cereal with milk, and peanut-butter sandwiches (no jelly). She won't eat Chinese food. She won't eat PIZZA, for goodness sake. But she ate saag paneer with basmati rice and loved it! I'm guessing she would freak out if I told her she just basically ate a plateful of creamed spinach. ;)

Kids are so weird.