When Ryan was two, he saw a mouse I had with “hp” on it, and, switching the p, he said the mouse had a “little 9″ on it. He decided then that there had to be a “little 9″ store where we could find more things with little 9′s.
After that, he decided that there must be a “store” for everything. If we needed more toilet paper, he said we should go to the “toilet paper store.” If we needed cereal, we had to go to the “cereal store.”
We have a favorite local eatery for pizza called Stefanina’s. It’s very close to our house and we pass it a lot when we go shopping. This is The Pizza Store. Ryan loves The Pizza Store. (He’s like his dad – he just loves pizza.) He’ll point it out when we’re driving around. Frequently when we pick the kids up from daycare, Ryan will ask if we can go to The Pizza Store. He’s a pizza kid.
Tonight, Stephen decided to take the little ones to a different Pizza Store – one that has games for the kids and is really cheap. So I’m sitting here writing this all alone on a Saturday night, with the dogs snoring at my feet and a fire roaring in the fireplace.
I don’t know what I did to deserve such a treat, but I’m grateful. And the kids were hopping up and down with excitement knowing they were going to visit The Pizza Store. I’m sure they’re having a great time. I’m just not so sure about Stephen…