Today I packed Grace a homemade pizza "lunchable" for lunch (you know, pizza sauce, shredded mozzarella, and whole wheat pita triangles in which to assemble her own "pizza" from).
On the way to school she seemed deep in thought, so I asked her what was up. "Mommy," she said, "I am worried about my pizza. I just don't know how much cheese Cummare's puts on theirs, and I want to do it just right." smile emoticon