Well, I looked over and he was about to add another noodle to the pot, which had already been boiling for several minutes. "No, don't put that in there," I said. "It won't be cooked enough when the others are done, and it'll be tough."
"But Mom, his mom is in there!"
I cut my eyes at him. "His mom can be in that measuring cup. Put him and his family in there, but don't put them in the pot."
He sadly turned from the pot and began playing with dry noodles in the measuring cup.
For a minute.
I turned from the sink to find him quickly dropping one noodle into the bubbling pot. "Trooper! Leave the kitchen! I just told you not to put that in there."
"But Mom, he needs his mom! He's with his mom, now. They're hugging! Listen, can you hear that? That's them hugging."
How could I respond to that? How could I make him leave the kitchen, when even baby noodle got to be with his mom? So, instead of following through, I hid my laugh and sighed at my own weak will.