Saint Noodle

saint noodle

kaimelia + saint noodle

"Do I even want to know why there's a pile of uncooked noodles on the windowsill?" Amelia muttered, walking up behind the couch and wrapping her arms around Kai's neck. "Or is it something better left unsaid."

"Scout got in the car and started asking me about God." They leaned their head back to look up at her. "We had a very, very odd conversation about religion, which ended in the conclusion that God exists in the form of macaroni and cheese, so," they gestured at the window, "we made a shrine to Saint Noodle."

"I think I was better off not knowing that," she shook her head, leaning down and placing a kiss on their forehead.

"I never thought I'd teach a kid how to pray, but here we are." Amelia rounded the couch and sat beside them, leaning against them and laying her head on their shoulder. "We live in a religious household now."

"You two are absolutely ridiculous."

"We do get to decide if we want to play God and answer his prayer. He asked for mac and cheese tomorrow night; he's a very simple man."

"Can we get rid of the noodles and pretend they were a sacrifice?"

"You want me to explain sacrifice to a four-year-old?"

"I want there not to be noodles on various surfaces in my house, so however you want to play this out is up to you, Saint Noodle."