Chilly or Chili?

When I picked Muffin up from school on Friday she was having a sad moment. She had been looking forward to going outside with her class and riding the Big Red Tricycle. I spoiled it by coming early and snatching her away. I know, I'm a bad mama. That Big Red Tricycle is an object of worship in their class. There are plenty of other tricycles, but all the children clamor for the Big Red one. Muffin's teacher has confessed to thinking about throwing the damn thing over the fence because it causes so much hate and discontent. Thankfully, she resigned herself to timing the children on it instead. Now they all get five minutes on the Big Red Tricycle and everyone is happy.

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!