Today was the last day of National Pizza Week, and we almost missed it. Disaster, I know.
If you’re in Oklahoma, we are having some cracked out weather rn. Thunderstorms, tornados, ice and snow, in about 18 hours. So yeah, my daughter and I were at Sam’s getting cereal. Lord help me if I run out of cereal on the weekend. My children might die. As we shopped we could hear the rain coming down hard, so naturally we took our time and waited for it to pass. It’s getting closer and closer to the time she usually eats lunch. As any mama second guesses every decision (no? just me? cooooool), do I wait it out and make her something at home—and risk a PISSED off 5 year old? Or bite the bullet and make her dreams come true and let her get her own giant slice of cheese pizza and way too big half lemonade/half tea. OH.THE.DRAMA.
The rain slows, and we head to self check out. It’s National Pizza Week. I have to let her. I got her to wait to eat until we got home, and I asked if I could take her picture. She was pumped. This super shy thing, comes out of her shell when a pizza slice the size of her head is involved.
No, she did not eat all of it. There was more left than actually pictured. Yes, her shirt says exactly what you think it does. We made it over Christmas break. She loves it, and plans on wearing to more even though the holidays are over. At any given time you’ll hear her singing THAT ONE LINE, as well as “Hair toss, check my nails, baby how you feeling? IT’S SUMMER!” I’m totally cool with heriot knowing all the lyrics just yet.
Happy National Pizza Week friends. Hope you got to enjoy some pizza…hopefully better than the cheap $2 pizza I bought my daughter. She loved it, and that’s all that matters.
xo, L.
