Pizza Toast


Me: Shall we have pizza toast for lunch?

Hank: What is pizza toast?

Me: What?

Hank: What?

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.