Telephone Noodles
Hans had elbow macaroni for lunch today. As I was folding laundry, I heard, “Hello? Hello? Look, Mom! Hans’ phone!” He had one macaroni noodle pinched, holding it up to his ear: “Hello? Yes. Ok! Good Grief!” Then suddenly with a loud “HHowwgh” ate that tiny telephone right up.
Those crazy macaroni stock brokers. They never tell you what you want to hear.