Me: Shall we have pizza toast for lunch?
Hank: What is pizza toast?
Me: I have never made you pizza toast?
Hank: I don’t know what that is.
Me: OH MAN! This whole European living thing has really messed up my priorities!
Me: I cannot believe it. (facepalm) You cannot tell anyone about this. They will take away my mommy card. They will send you to live with a proper Midwestern family who will give you macaroni and cheese and other assorted casseroles.
Hank: Mommy. I won’t tell anyone.
Me: Good. We simply can’t. I am so sorry, Hank. Where have I been for the last 6.5 years?
Hank: Mama, calm down. I want to eat the pizza toast. I know I am going to love the pizza toast. We will tell no one about not having the pizza toast until today.
Me: Bless you. You are good to me.