I'm so proud of him! He finally realized that making pizza isn't as
easy as eating it is because of his classic fail (using pizza dough
leftover from Family Pizza Night) when I was gone last week. He
thought making pizza was easy but now he finally figured out it's not
as easy as he thought via his failure.

We used what was left of the Pizza Night dough to make personal pizzas
and he made for himself, actually asking me to tutor him how to do it
(step by step). He was incredulous throughout the process, but he's
very pleased with the result! He says "This is the best pizza I've
ever made and I'm not kidding!" Tru dat, honey.

Now he admits that he didn't realize how many steps there are, how
thinly sliced the toppings were and that he couldn't understand why it
took me so long between pizzas (he only comes into the kitchen to tell
me what he wants and how to do it, he doesn't stay and watch me make
it from start to finish). LOL, quelle surprise! He has always
appreciated my pizza, but now he *really* appreciates it since he
understands the true amount of work that goes into it.

Men! <still laughing>


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