Spilled noodles

Elsa and I spent the day together, running errands and hanging out. I even made her stay home and eat leftovers for lunch. Her chicken noodle soup was too cold to start and when I heated it again, it was too hot. She picked it up and mimmediately tossed the bowl. The soup spilled, there were noodle on the floor...on the table....in my lunch. She started crying immediately and said, "Oh, mom, I wasted food." She was so upset. And she sounded so much like me. And I felt so bad about trying to never waste anything, to do everything the right way the first time, how hard I can be on people. My response to Elsa "Honey, there's a difference between being wasteful and making a mistake" was probably as much for her as for me.