Played Like A Fiddle

My daughter can almost always get her way if she is funny enough when she presents her case to me. She knows my weakness. It’s definitely my funny-bone.

She was trying to convince me to make her macaroni and cheese for lunch. I would rather make her almost anything else, because she practically lives on pasta as it is. So, she started singing “macaroni, macaroni” to the tune of “The Macarena.”

Guess who gets macaroni for lunch. I’m such a push over.

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