I was eating dinner with Quinn last night. She had salmon, linguini noodles and veggies. As she was picking up her noodles with her fingers and playing with them, I started to lose my temper a little. I sternly told her, "STOP playing with your noodles, please, and EAT them."
She looked at me, with a big smile widening across that sweet face of hers, and retorted, "Look, there's a dancing noodle in the house!!!"
Needless to say, I was no longer irritated and was rather belly laughing at that comment!
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