If you were in the vicinity of my kitchen last night, you might have overheard the following exchange:

“Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese!”

“Mac and cheese,” said with a smile.

“Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese!”

“Heh, heh, heh. Mac and cheese.”

“Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese!”

Silence. And then, “I is going to have some macaroni cheese.”

Abigail just doesn’t seem to have the same enthusiasm for the it that I do.