Wrong Shape

The other evening my mother offered to make my son noodles. She asked which shape he liked, I answered, “bowtie,” and somehow she heard… “….and creamettes).

Anyhow, after the noodles were done boiling, I was impressed that she remembered to ask which type of butter he wanted on them, before just buttering.

The noodles were now buttered, placed on the table and as soon as I saw the bowl, I knew he wouldn’t eat them.

Me: (Noticing there are other shapes in the bowl. Noticing the whiteness of the noodle)

Son: I’m not hungry.

Bubbie: Why aren’t you eating them?

Me: You mixed the shapes of noodles.

Bubbie: So? They all taste the same.

Me: (glancing at son)

Son: (glancing at me) I can taste the difference. I only like Bowtie.

Bubbie: Oh my Gd! Can’t you just eat them??

Me: Angel Sweet Tomatoes. 


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mom of 3
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