Pizza Fie

In the Fresh and Easy parking lot just now Myra-Jean asked me if, when we got back into the car, she could cuddle with a frozen pizza we’d just bought.

I said no. “Some things are just not made for cuddling with, and frozen pizza is one of them.”

“But Mom! I know where its bar code is!”

I still said no. Does this make me a jerk?


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