I let Maggie Anne choose the style of noodles tonight for spaghetti. While I was waiting on the water to boil, she walked into the bedroom with the bag and noodles and with her hands on her sassy little hips asked me why I wasn't cooking her dinner. I explained that the water had to boil. Realizing that this didn't really mean anything to her, I explained that I was waiting for the water to get hot and bubbly.

She stuck those noodles out at me and sassed, "Then go put some soap in it!"