Ordering Food

Last winter Jim and I cane down with food poisoning after eating bad pizza. The Kid didn't because all she ate were the wings. Since then, the Kid has been squidgy about any pizza. 

On Friday, I was feeling too sick too cook or even eat. Jim and the Kid ended up going to pick up pizza and breadsticks. After making doubly sure this was not the Poison Pizza place, the Kid suggested she and Jim stop by the death pizzeria. She told Jim, "We can go in and when they ask us what we want to order we can say, "Nothing!!!!!!""

She is awesome. Aahahahaa!