Here's what my lunch looked like to me:


My almost-three-year-old looked at his slice of plain pepperoni 'za, looked at my piece, and looked back at his again.  Apparently my pizza looked like this to him:

Snake Pizza

because he asked me if it was snake pizza.

The funny thing is, he didn't say it like it was a gross thing or a scary thing. His tone didn't suggest that he would be unwiling to eat it.  He just wondered if it was snake pizza.

AuthorTodd Zarwell