While we were eating at a fairly new Italian restaurant in Columbus, my son took one bite of his spaghetti and refused to eat the rest. He wound up sampling some of our pizza, while I finished off his dish.
When the waitress noticed he hadn't eaten it, she asked, "You didn't like it?"
"No, ma'am," he said. "I couldn't taste the love in it like my Mama's."
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I love it!
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