Pasta Make Me Sick

I've had little time to post these days, as you've probably noticed, but some things just HAVE to be captured for posterity...

Tonight, I arrived home from work a little late for dinner. Max and Em were already at the table. Emily was without her trousers.

"Pasta make me sick Daddy!" she said. "I was sick on my trousers". Ah. Not a ringing endorsement for Maxine's dinner, but I sat down with a bowl-full anyway.

While I was eating, Emily asked me "Are you having sick with YOUR pasta Daddy?" - "No" I replied, "I don't think so...". I had opted for Garlic Bread as my accompaniment.

"I had sick with my pasta Daddy" she added, as Max and I tried to stifle our laughter. Even when she's poorly, she's very sweet.