Nope. Nothing about fiction in this post, just a family moment that occurred a couple minutes ago.
The two-year-old niece is hungry, and she wants "Oly-Olies" (raviolis), but the only substitute I have for the real thing is ramen noodles. Bubba began preparations -- water in the soup pot, fire under the burner, and so forth -- then hoisted Niece #2 on his shoulders. She rested the unopened packet of noodles on Bubba's head and announced, "I want to open it, I want to squish it, I want to eat it."
Fortunately, she didn't try to smash the noodles against Bubba's head.
The noodles cannot be cooked fast enough. Sounds of distress are emanating from the two-year-old, and those can lead to distress in the rest of us.