Pasta Lady

Paige was in a really bad mood the other day.  It was making me have a bad mood.  Or ... maybe I was already having a bad mood.  I'm not sure.  Either way, I had to keep her away from the other kids.  I told her that she had to stay by my side.  She could not let go of me.  She had to stay connected to me.  This was her punishment.

We sat on the sofa for a little while and she seemed to calm down.  

She liked her punishment.  

I needed to make dinner.  She needed to stay connected.  

I decided to pull out the pasta press.  We needed to get messy.  We did.  

It worked.  Neither one of us stayed grouchy for long.  

Our dinner was delicious.  

Paige is delicious.