P to the B

Last night I had the great pleasure of stopping by Old Chicago to pick up pizza for the family. Since we were only getting one, the type defaults to the G-Ram Special, a.k.a. one large pepperoni pizza, please. We are blessed with three great pizza places here: Wig & Pen, Leaning Tower and Old Chicago, so we try to spread out our pizza budget across all three.

So when I brought the pizza home - as previously described - G-Ram was quite ecstatic to indulge. I think pizza would probably top then Rankeny Life poll of favorite foods.

However, the best moment was right after that. CTR is still working on his ever-expanding vocabulary (see also the Bacon = B incident). So once he realized I brought pizza home, we found that he had a new word.

You guessed it, he found out there was pizza in the room and darted to his chair, his little voice saying with great gusto: "P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"