Sun up

Lyla and I met my mom at Macaroni Grill.

"Pot-sta!"

"I think they have that here."

"I want pot-sta!"

"Do you want red sauce, or do you want cheese?"

"Yeah."

"Uh...do you want macaroni and cheese, or do you want pasta?"

"Pot-sta!"

"Hey, do you want some pasta?"

"Yeah!"

Julie was at home doing work while extremely pregnant, sort of like an alien. On our way home with Julie's dinner in a take-out box, Lyla expressed her displeasure with darkness.

"Dada, sun up."

"The sun is sleeping."

"Peez."

"It'll wake up tomorrow."

"Wate up now! Sun, wate up! Dada, wate up sun right now."

"The Earth rotates, so the sun is shining on another part of the Earth."

"No!"

"Actually, yes."

"No, Dada. I want sun up right now."

"Uh..."

"Wate up sun peez."