I'm putting my shoes on when Emma the Brave asks, "Are we having friends for lunch today?"
"Nope. Pasta. Maybe we can have friends tomorrow."
"Huh?" Emma's mastered the single eyebrow raise. Mighty Mouse still hasn't clued in.
I stand up. "We could have jellied Jack sandwiches with poached Pia--"
"Mommy!"
"--and Christine crisp for dessert."
"Ewww!" cries Mighty Mouse.
"No? How about Ella elbows and a Sebastian smoothie? Or Granny gratin?!" I'm on a roll.
"Yuck! Mommy, stop it."
"What?"
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