The difference between hell and heaven

Last night, and the night before, and the night before, Galen ate his dinner, mostly, without too much fussing. What a glorious way to end the evening.

Prior to this, for the past month or so, at dinner he complained, resisted, and generally distressed my well being. Galen pushed the envelope for our acceptable dinner behavior. The easy way to get a pleasant dinner experience is to serve pizza or spaghetti, but that ain't gonna happen.

I have really enjoyed these past few evenings. Hope I haven't jinxed it all...