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Watched The Incredibles the other day. Love that movie! Also, don't forget to boil your pasta to al dente perfection~
"Daddy?"
Arthur grunted as he continued to try and fix dinner. They would be having spaghetti and meatballs. Maybe. If it didn't burn, that is.
"You're supposed to boil the noodles first."
Arthur glanced at the sauce pan with marinara sauce and noodles. He cursed under his breath. Turning around he said, "Thank you, Matthew. How about you go and get Daddy a pot?"
There was no one there, but one of the cupboards did open and a pot floated towards Arthur.
"Matthew," he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "Daddy can't see you."
There was a gasp and suddenly his youngest son appeared in front of him, pot in hand and blush a deep red. "Sorry, Daddy!"
"It's alright, love. You'll get it down eventually."