How I lost a bet to Karen over a noodle

I had pasta for lunch before church, so I shared a few noodles with Rich. He started getting full at some point, and when that happens he starts tossing his food on the ground. Well, he had this particular rotini noodle that he kept picking up and putting down, and we kept wondering if he would eat it.

KAREN: I bet that’ll end up on the ground.

ME: No, I think he’s going to eat it.

KAREN: A batch of cookies says you’re wrong.

ME: You’re on.

We watched him anxiously. He stopped at times and watched us with a confused look on his face.

He picked up the noodle...then put it down. He picked it up again and moved it toward his mouth and...then he moved it away. Then suddenly he held it out over the floor, which made me very nervous. I said, “NO!!” and Karen laughed hysterically. Rich kept watching us. He brought the noodle back to his tray area, holding it still. Karen and I both laughed. He kept his eyes on us and brought the noodle toward his mouth, then pulled it away again. Then, in an instant, he held it over the floor again and dropped it. We laughed and laughed and laughed, and Richie remained confused. I now owe Karen a batch of cookies.