Pasta Pasta

Let me give you an idea of what our dinners are like lately. During dinner one night, maybe a month ago, George grabbed the lid from the top of a water bottle and laid it on its side. He put his finger on the top/ridged part of it and pushed down on it, so it rolled across the table. He thought it was the best thing ever, and he declared it his new favorite game. So now, this is what happens almost every night at dinner:

George runs around collecting bottle tops from anywhere he can find them. Vitamin containers, bottles of water, anything goes. Everyone gets a bottle top and we count down – 3- 2- 1…and everyone flicks their bottle lid across the table as fast as we can. Depending on how far your lid goes and where it ends up, you win.

The best part? He calls the bottle top racing game “Pasta Pasta.” I’m not sure what his logic was for naming it, but it is the cutest thing in the world when he runs up to the table with his bottle tops: “Okay now, let’s play Pasta Pasta!”

I hope I never forget how to play Pasta Pasta. When I’m on my deathbed, I want to play Pasta Pasta. ♥

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