I pulled ingredients out of the pantry and fridge and she made a baked rotini pasta with ham. It was good.
While the pasta was cooking, B came into the kitchen looking like he had just been in a bar fight. He pulled his tooth. That kid is so unlike most of the children in our family. Instead of having to sit on him to get a tooth out, he pulls it himself.
Now maybe he'll pay attention on the soccer field instead of standing around wiggling that tooth. Or more likely, he'll start wiggling on the other one.