Joy in Macaroni.

Last week, this macaroni sheet jumped off the school bus and walked into my house. And I?

I've never felt such joy or pride. In fact, I paraded it around the house for a solid 20 minutes.

I hope kids everywhere get a chance to create something out of macaroni.

I have such fond macaroni memories. This is joy defined.

Frustration of course, when the macaroni takes on a life of its own during the gluing process.

Then, nothing but joy (PRIDE EVEN!) when beholding the masterpiece.

Or should I say,

Pièce de résistance

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(Oh Monet, are you turning in your grave?!) (Good.)

Now I'm just waiting for the macaroni necklace. You know, the one with huge purple and orange feathers?

I may just faint when that necklace jumps off the bus and through my kitchen door.

But when I put it on, I might just be the proudest mother on the planet.

This macaroni? This is the good stuff.