I have the pickiest eaters in the entire universe… I’m convinced of this. Especially Christopher. He would live on chicken nuggets, pasta and fruit if I’d let him. Jacob is a bit more adventurous. I can get him to at least try whatever it is I cook. But with Christopher, dinner time is a frustrating event. So, when we were at Target today and Christopher absolutely begged me to buy him a frozen pizza, I was hesitant. It’s just a DiGiornio, nothing fancy but, I know my son. I’m going to pull that thing out of the oven, cut it up and put a slice in front of him and he’s going to look at me like I’m trying to serve him razor blades.  Against my better judgment, I bought the pizza.

We drove home, talking about the pizza almost all the way. Both boys helped me carry in the grocery bags. We all went into the kitchen, I got the oven going, the boys helped me put some things away and I kept saying, “You’re both sure, you want to eat pizza tonight, right?”  Their response… “Yes, Mommy!” Christopher even went so far as to tell me, “I can’t wait to eat that pizza!” I got the pizza in the oven and the boys went off to play.

The timer goes off, the pizza cools, I cut it up and set it on the table. Both boys looked at it, looked at me, looked back at the pizza and, as they both pushed the plates away from them, Jacob said, “I need some scrambled eggs.”