From the mouths of babes

Last night The Man and I both went with The Girl to go and fetch The Boy (I'd tried another hooky day with him -- at the beach! not even a boring day at home with mom! and he'd lasted an hour before deciding the beach was "too cold" and he'd rather be at daycare. Am failure as mother.)

Anyway, on our way home, we thought we'd stop for dinner (it was Friday night after all) and The Boy declared he wanted sushi. We didn't want sushi. Mostly because he ALWAYS wants sushi but also because we're having the family round for a few days, family from out of town, and figured we'd be getting sushi with them. So we tried to sell him on pizza instead. And that's when it happened. The beginning of his career in advertising.

"Pizza! Yeah!" he said. "Because there's no such thing as cheese sushi!"

Uh. Yeah.