Dominic
The smell of slightly burnt garlic greeted me before I even opened the kitchen door. Lottie stood on her stepstool, wielding a wooden spoon like a magic wand while green-tinged pasta bubbled ominously on the stove.
"Daddy!" Lottie beamed from her stepstool, wooden spoon raised like a conductor's baton. Green pasta bubbled ominously on the stove. "I made it prettier!"
"And I calculated the optimal ratio of sauce to noodles," Noah added from his perch on the counter, surrounded by notebooks filled with surprisingly complex equations. "Though perhaps we should account for viscosity..."
"Is that..." I peered into the pot, trying to identify the rainbow-colored specks floating in the sauce. "Are those sprinkles?"
"For sparkle!" Lottie explained, as if this was the most obvious culi
