Sometimes Aaron calls me in the middle of the day, and after I answer the phone he immediately says, “Uh oh, what’s happened?” This. Just this.
Me: Do y’all want me to make one of those frozen pizzas we bought for lunch today?
Sydney: Well, I don’t really like pizza.
Me: You like cheese pizza. Remember, yesterday when we were at the store you said you didn’t like pepperoni like your sisters, so we bought a cheese pizza just for you? I can make that.
Sydney: I like cheese pizza, but not if it’s too cheesy.
Me: Too cheesy? What’s the line between just enough cheese and too much cheese?
Sydney: You know, if you take a bite and all the cheese stretches out. I don’t like that, it’s too cheesy.
Me: Ok, so it’s really the stretchiness, or the elasticity, if you will, of the cheese you have a problem with, not the taste of said cheese.
Sydney: No, it’s the taste, too. Sometimes it just tastes too cheesy.
Me: So why don’t I make a pepperoni pizza and take the pepperonis off of your slices?