My mother-in-law has been visiting and we were all at a complete loss for what to make for dinner for the last night of her stay.
“PIZZA!” Athena and Etani shouted together.
“Pizza sounds good,” James and his mom agreed.
“I DO NOT WANT PIZZA!” Hesperus, 10, said “Pizza is, like, so boring. Pizza is stupid. I hate pizza.”
We ordered two extra large pizzas.
James ate a hundred pieces. Then for good measure he ate five more right before bed.
At 4:00 a.m. when the baby woke up to nurse, James was awake. And groaning.
“My stomach’s roiling and feels all hot,” he moaned. “I. Ate. Too. Much. Pizza.”
He had to get up anyway, to catch a 6:00 a.m. flight. His dad, who lives in upstate New York, is having surgery for throat cancer this Friday.
My kids are on Spring Break but Hesperus had a gymnastics handspring clinic that started at 9:00 a.m. Despite her adamant eye-rolling stance against dinner last night, she packed leftover pizza for a snack.
After she left, I made a grocery shopping list. I asked Athena and Etani what they wanted to eat this week.
“PIZZA!” they shouted in unison.
James’s first flight was cancelled because of the winter weather in Denver. But he managed to make it safely across the country.
He emailed during the lay-over in Philadelphia. “I just walked past a pizza place and had to restrain myself from getting a slice. ‘Oooh—pizza!’” He wrote. “I think I may be a pizzaholic.”
What’s your take on pizza? Do you love pizza as much as my husband and children do?! (Can you tell I don’t?) How often do you eat pizza? I’d love to read your thoughts in the comment section below.