She was never really into eating the pizza and would reject it once done, but recently (as in the last two or three weeks) she has suddenly started to love pizza. She eats it with much gusto and dedication which is a pleasant change from the teeth pulling exercise commonly known as supper that we go through every night. She gets excited about it during the week, “On Friday, eat pizza, watch Glee,” (because Glee music video’s are a part of the pizza ritual).

Tonight she ate her own small pizza, followed by three pieces of our pizza (which is nearly as much as Donné ate) – she certainly surprised us all. Later while we were getting ready for her bath she says to me, “Need to make a poopy. Got sore tummy, ate too much pizza.”