Except Muffin, because I took her away before it was her turn. In an effort to distract her from her loss, I told Muffin about our dinner plans for the weekend. Because food is always a perky distraction, right? I told her how I was going to make Chili for Saturday night and then use the leftovers to make Chili Spaghetti on Sunday. Imagine my surprise when I heard a fresh bout of wails from the back seat!
Me: Muffin, what on Earth is wrong?
Muffin: I don't like Chilly Spaghetti! I only like my spaghetti WARM!!!
Thankfully, my fit of giggles cheered my sweet serious literal-minded little girl. And, of course, she tried to get me to laugh at her misuse of the word chili All. Weekend. Long. But, it was totally worth it. The chili was great too!