While my toddler was THRILLED beyond measure to find her latest obsession in macaroni form, I leave the meal feeling a bit disturbed.
Those dog bone shaped noodles so nicely illustrated on the box? Yeah, those don’t hold up so well during cooking. Imagine my surprise at dinner when my two year held up her spoon, asked, “Mama, what’s this??” and shoved the following in my face:
Is it just me, Kraft, or do those dog bones look a wee bit phallic when split in two (which they all inevitably did during boiling)? You might want to pass on to the product development folks that the bone noodles are a definite Scooby Dooby Don’t.
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