Breakfast for Dinner

Tonight, I made pasta with tomato sauce and garlic bread for dinner. M, I suppose in an effort to be friends with me again, stayed in the kitchen the entire time that I was making dinner. She commented on the bag of pasta. She saw me pour the sauce. She watched me cook everything. This is all very important information because, as I finished plating my pasta and pouring the sauce over it, this happens:

M: You’re having breakfast for dinner!
S: …
M: You know, um… maybe it’s dinner for breakfast?
S: …
M: You know what I mean! You are having a breakfast food at dinner time!
S: …What are you talking about?
M: Aren’t those eggs?
S: No. This is pasta.
M: Oh…

Wtf.