I was late for work this morning.
I was late for work this morning, because I was
digging in the 18 gallon blue Rubbermaid bin marked "garage sale."
I was digging in the garage sale bin looking for
the Pizza Pile-Up game because recently David asked for it, scaled the shelves
in the basement looking for it, and then he cried about it last night when he
realized it was missing.
The Pizza Pile-Up game was in the garage sale bin
because David had not played with it for months, if he ever really did
"play" with it and not just carry around the red (favorite color)
circle (favorite shape) slices of plastic tomato.
David has a new found fascination with pepperoni,
having recently decided that he likes pepperoni pizza—or, to be precise,
Godfather's original crust pepperoni pizza.
The allure of the pepperoni was reinforced by the
mention of pepperoni pizza on whatever episode of SpongeBob David had in his
DVD player last night.
SpongeBob's reference to pepperoni pizza apparently
made David long for the plastic pepperonis (or is it pepperonii) from the Pizza
Pile-Up game, which was granted an early morning pardon from the garage sale
bin and David and the Pizza Pile-Up game have been reunited.
So, what is the moral of the story?
Sometimes, Mom grasps ahold of a milestone too
quickly. It became clear last night.
The picky boy's penchant for pepperoni pizza
positively does not pertain to Pizza Hut personal pan pepperoni.