Me: Does anyone want any more spaghetti before I put it up?
{Silence}
Me: Girls? Sam? I’m putting up the spaghetti.
{No response}
Me: I’m going to put up the spaghetti. No one wants any?
{Crickets}
Me: Ok, I’m putting up the spaghetti now.
{Never has the house been so quiet}
Me: Ok, last chance . . .
{Nada}
Me: Alright, final warning. . . spaghetti is packed up and going into the fridge. Speak now . . .
{The silence, as they say, is deafening}
Me (Slides Tupperware containers full of spaghetti into the fridge, sits in a relaxing manner on couch)
Kid: Dad, do we have any spaghetti left?
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