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Michael Doesn't Like Spaghetti 🍝

For some reason, Michael Jackson has never eaten spaghetti.

Every time I made that for dinner, he would stubbornly refuse to eat it.

"Spaghetti"!

Prince excitedly said when I put his plate on the table in front of him.

"Thank you"!

Paris smiled at me.

"Thank you..."

Blanket said in a shy voice.

I giggled because he was just like his Daddy.

"Nasty spaghetti..."

Michael said outloud.

"You need to eat your dinner, Michael".

I told him, but he shook his head.

The kids were eating their food, but their famous father was not.

"Come on Applehead, you need to eat it before it gets cold".

I tried to reason with him.

"No".

"Why"?

"Because I don't like spaghetti".

After some time, Prince, Paris, and Blanket finished eating their dinner.

They politely asked if they could leave the table, and I said yes.

Once they had left to go and play together, I moved to a different seat that was right next to Michael.

"What do you not like about it"?

I asked him.

"I don't like anything about it. I never liked spaghetti".

He said.

"Well, you gotta eat something. I don't want you to go to bed with an empty stomach".

I started to think of something else that Michael would eat.

But then, he got up from the table.

"I'm not hungry. You can finish my plate of spaghetti if you want".

Michael said to me, and walked away.

But I wasn't having it.

"Oh no you don't..."

I walked over and grabbed his hand, leading him back to the kitchen table.

"What are you doing"?

Michael asked.

"Nobody leaves the table until you eat everything that's on their plate".

That was one of the rules that Michael had for his children.

He knew that he had to set a good example.

With that in mind, he sat back down in his seat.

But he still didn't like spaghetti.

I decided that the only way for me to get him to eat his dinner was to force-feed him.

Michael took a deep breath and exhaled out slowly.

I picked up a fork and scooped up a small portion and then fed it to him.

He didn't react much, but as long as he ate his dinner, then it was okay with me.

I continued to do this until the plate was empty.

After having a glass cup of orange juice, Michael felt like he had eaten an entire Thanksgiving dinner.

He was no longer hungry at the moment.

"Good job Michael".

I hugged him and he smiled and blushed at the same time.