Earlier this week I was going to heat up some leftover spaghetti for Emma and me for lunch. I took the fridge apart looking for the leftover noodles and finally realized that my husband had jacked the entire bag and taken them to work. Usually this wouldn’t be a problem, but I had no noodles left to make and no other lunch options. I finally dug some macaroni noodles out of the pantry and made some old school beefaroni. I laughed about it and even posted on Facebook about the beefaroni, because that just happened to be what was being served at my kindergartner’s school that day.
At dinner that evening, Emma was picking at her food and my husband was encouraging her to eat.
Me: She’s probably not hungry, she had two huge bowls of salad and a giant bowl of BEEFARONI for lunch, because somebody jacked all of our noodles…
Aubrey’s head popped up from her plate. “HEY! There is a kid in my class who’s last name is that!”
Aubrey: A kid in my class has the last name BEEF-A-RONI!
I couldn’t help it, I laughed so hard I cried, knowing that the teacher was probably calling roll, and telling the kids what was being served in the cafeteria that day.
Aubrey crossed her arms across her chest and pouted, “QUIT having fun at me, MOMMA!”
“I’m sorry,” I said wiping the tears from my eyes, “I just don’t think there is anybody in your class named Beefaroni.”
If your last name is Beefaroni- my sincerest apologies to you and my daughter for “having fun” at both of you!