The kids are tired of eating spaghetti and red sauce. I asked them what they would like to eat instead.
"We like noodles, but how about a different sauce?"
Like what?
"Pesto. P-E-S-T-O. Pesssstttooooo!"
For ten minutes, they riffed and rapped out pesto songs for ten minutes, creating little mini-advertisements for pesto. It was lots of fun.
Jack called me from work. Instead of complaining about who they dragged getting into bed or picked at each other, I told him this story. How often do I complain about my kids or other things? Thought I'd share something sweet for a change.
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