Yesterday I am on the phone with Julia listening to her talk about her cute new babies and making Sophie some lunch before preschool. After I finish Sophie's lunch, I pull some spaghetti from the fridge and arrange it on a plate to heat up for my lunch.
I start to become aware that Sophie is quietly calling my name, "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy? Mommy. Mommy."
My imploring hand gestures requesting her silence are futile and after the 20th "Mommy", I impatiently ask, "WHAT?!!"
Sophie: "Are you having spaghetti for lunch?"