Pizza

We've been slowly reintroducing wheat into Ben's diet with success.
He's enjoyed a quesadilla and pizza now twice.
He. Loves. Pizza.

He started asking me for "dinnuh" last night.
"Why, honey - are you hungry?"
"Yeah. Rice?"
"Hmmm... rice sounds good. But how about we order pizza?"
(I realize this disqualifies me from any mother of the year awards. Ever)
"PIZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAA! Pizza. Pizza. PIzza. Pizza. Pizza. Pizza. Pizza....."

Get the picture?

Thankfully Dominoes delivers fast.
I thought it was over last night after he SLAMMED two pieces.

I was wrong.

This morning he woke up. I got him dressed, brought him downstairs, fed him breakfast. A full bowl of oatmeal has not been quite enough lately, but he didn't ask for more this time. As I was putting on his shoes to leave for day care he said, "Pizza?"

"Pizza?!"
"Yeah!"
"Do you want pizza for breakfast?"
"Yeah, mommy - Pizza!"
"No way, Jose. Not 'til you're in college."

Gotta love those Johnson genes!