Maybe it's noodly pasta?

In the kitchen, shortly before supper. A pot of water bubbles on the stove. Jane listlessly rolls her back against the cupboard doors.

Jane: Muuuum. What's for supper?

Erin: Pasta.

Jane: Pasta? Yum!

She runs around the house yelling, "Pasta! Pasta! Pasta!"

A few minutes later, the food is on the table. Jane looks into her bowl.

Jane: (disgusted) Noodles? You said we was having pasta.

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