I made mini-pizzas (from Costco) for Owen and myself today. I put 4 pieces onto his plate in alternating order of cheese and pepperoni slices. He started to protest that he didn't want to eat, so I pointed out how I gave him half of each kind (which he asks for a lot but I don't always do because sometimes I only make one pizza for him), and that I had put them in a pattern.
"Pepperoni, cheese, pepperoni, cheese," I said.
He grinned really big and said, "No! Cheese, pepperoni, cheese, pepperoni!" Then he laughed.
When did he get so big that he could make a joke about viewpoint like that!?! I just love him so much! :)












