A family sat down at the dinner table to have dinner. The menu included pasta with marinara sauce or alfredo, with a side of french bread and butter. As the dinner commenced, the question came up from the wife how the meal was. However, before anyone could answer, she threw out on the table she wasn't impressed with the sauce and the pasta type had too much water. It was shell pasta. The older daughter agreed, saying the pasta was watery.

The wife then makes a biting comment/question, "Who bought the pasta?"

The husband looks up from his plate and says, "There were two boxes; I bought one and our daughter (the younger one) bought the other." 

The wife then looks confused at the husband, putting her fork down, "But who bought the pasta?"

Furrowing his brow with a beginning of irritation, "I said there were two boxes, we both bought one."

Shaking her head, the wife looks at the younger daughter and puts her on the spot, "Did you buy the pasta?"

"I just told you, we both did!" The husband barks back. 

The wife shakes her head, "I don't understand what I'm not saying right. Why can't someone tell me who bought the pasta?"

"What part of what I'm saying isn't clear?!?" responds the husband, now getting angry, "I just told you three times we both did!"

"No!" the wife throws her hands up in the air. "No one is telling me whose favorite pasta this is!"

"I give up, this is a waste of time." The husband goes back to eating his food.

The wife insists on the issue, "All I want to know is who likes this pasta?" 

"But that's not what you asked," responded the husband, "You asked who bought the pasta."

"But I meant, who's favorite is it? That's what I wanted to know. Why isn't that clear?"

"It's not a favorite. I wanted to try shell pasta because I've had it with mac n' cheese. I definitely don't like it in this dinner now." answers the husband.

The wife threw up her hands in frustration.

At this point the daughters have left the table and are trying to get out of the kitchen as fast as possible without being rude. 

Silence.

Awkward silence.

The husband gets up and puts his plate away in the sink, "Thanks for cooking dinner."

And life goes on.

Pasta shell pasta will never be bought for dinner again.