My boy, Bubba, came home from school, absolutely starving. Unfortunately, I was on an important phone call, and couldn't really stop to cook. I boiled a pot of water and dumped some macaroni noodles in while I was on the phone.
"Mama, the noodles are ready," he said as the kitchen timer went off.
I had enough time to turn the timer off, but then I had to shuffle through paperwork to give some information to the person I was talking to.
Apparently, Bubba couldn't wait. He took over operations and made the mac and cheese his way.
When I got off the phone, I looked in the pot. "Bubba, what's this?" Powdered cheese was floating on the surface of the water, while the noodles were clumped on the bottom of the pot.
"Mac and cheese. I'm hungry, Mama. I couldn't wait."
"Okay, Bubba, this isn't exactly how you make mac and cheese. You're supposed to drain the noodles first, and then add milk and butter."
Bubba shrugged. "Just fix it, Mama. You know how."
I drained the noodles, attempted to mix them with the remaining powdered cheese, added a little butter, and dumped it on a plate. "There you go, Bubba."
He tasted them. "Hmmm," he said. "Not bad, but I think it needs a little salt and pepper."
"Coming right up," I said.
I handed him the seasonings, which he sprinkled over the top. Then he tasted it. "Perfect, Mama. See. I know how to cook mac and cheese!"