This is why I'm just a little crazy
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: ………..
Sydney: ………..
Me: So why don’t I make a pepperoni pizza and take the pepperonis off of your slices?
Sydney: Perfect!
4 Comments
Aaron
This she gets from you. Believe me, I never have a problem with any type of pizza.
Matt
Ummm….would you like me to bring you a Hot-n-Ready Aaron? Pretty sure you’d have something to say about that…no doubt Syd picked that up from her Daddy!
sandrasamoska
Great point, Matt!
Aaron
That’s disgusting matt. You can’t compare a frozen pizza with a pizza that was cooked 9 hours ago and has been left to ferment under a heat lamp while the cheese slowly reaches a spot that is somewhere between runny egg yolk and not-quite-hardened krazy glue with a crust that reminds me of that time that I spilled an entire jar of liquid bacon grease onto my flip flop.