"Norah! Do you want a frozen pizza for lunch?!"

I hear her little feet pat- patting the wood floor as she runs down the hall, picking up speed. I turn to face her as she appears in the kitchen in front of me, all stressed and out of breath.

"Mom! I don't want a frozen pizza for lunch! I want a cooked pizza!"

Comments

Donnie Evans II said…
Too, too funny by half...
gina said…
BWahaha! Got like kids who actually THINK about things!!

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