Molly has been pretty good about entertaining herself lately while I make dinner.  Tonight as I was chopping tomatoes, Molly waddled through the kitchen.   She was wearing a winter hat that resembled a baker’s hat, and she was carrying a bag of uncooked pasta in her arms.  She looked up at me without stopping, smiled, said “Hey”, and proceeded to wander around the corner with her pasta as if she were off to make her own dinner.  I still don’t know where that pasta ended up.