the rainbow connection

I served up two bowls of pasta to the six-and-under set, for whom eating is not always a priority. It was a kind of pasta we'd never had before, which prompted Freya to ask exactly what kind of pasta it was.

Me (reading from packet): They're called macaroni elbows.

Freya (without pausing for thought): No, Mum. Not elbows. Rainbows.

And who am I to argue with that.