There is approximately one day a week that sloth leads me to ordering takeout of some type. This week, that day was yesterday. The girls were busy jumping on my bed when I asked them what they wanted for dinner.
"Pizza!" bounce "Pizza!" bounce "Pizza!" bounce "Pizza!" bounce
We have this amazing pizza place that we usually order pizza from. They have real New York style pizza and garlic knots, and we love it. Unfortunately, they don't deliver. Remember when I mentioned sloth? No garlic knots tonight, kids.
Me: Mmmm, girls, you want Domino's?
Abby: Bombino's! I want Bombino's!
Molly: *eye roll* Abby, it's not Bombino's, it's Domino's. If it were Bombino's, there would be BOMBS on the pizza, and if you ate bombs you would blow up.
Abby: Bombs? On the pizza? Mommy, will I blow up if I eat bombs?
Me: You won't explode from eating bombs, but if you burp after you're done, your head will blow off.
Abby: Ok, get Bombino's, and I will not burp, I promise.
Fast forward to dinner. After inhaling a couple of slices of Bombino's, Abby gasped and looked at me with a panic stricken face.
Me: What's wrong?
Abby: (in a whisper) Mommy, I just burped. Is my head going to explode?
Me: It would have exploded instantly. It must already be far enough in your stomach that it won't blow up your head. Just, whatever you do, do not fart.
Abby: Oh, no. Oh, Mommy. Mommy, I need to fart right now. Ohhhh noooo. I need to go to the bathroom, too. Oh, Mommy. I love you. Goodbye forever!
She ran down the hall to the toilet, holding her tush and yelling the entire way like she was on a bathroom kamikaze mission. She made it out alive, but I'm not sure she'll want to eat pizza again anytime soon. At least not from Bombino's.
"Pizza!" bounce "Pizza!" bounce "Pizza!" bounce "Pizza!" bounce
We have this amazing pizza place that we usually order pizza from. They have real New York style pizza and garlic knots, and we love it. Unfortunately, they don't deliver. Remember when I mentioned sloth? No garlic knots tonight, kids.
Me: Mmmm, girls, you want Domino's?
Abby: Bombino's! I want Bombino's!
Molly: *eye roll* Abby, it's not Bombino's, it's Domino's. If it were Bombino's, there would be BOMBS on the pizza, and if you ate bombs you would blow up.
Abby: Bombs? On the pizza? Mommy, will I blow up if I eat bombs?
Me: You won't explode from eating bombs, but if you burp after you're done, your head will blow off.
Abby: Ok, get Bombino's, and I will not burp, I promise.
Fast forward to dinner. After inhaling a couple of slices of Bombino's, Abby gasped and looked at me with a panic stricken face.
Me: What's wrong?
Abby: (in a whisper) Mommy, I just burped. Is my head going to explode?
Me: It would have exploded instantly. It must already be far enough in your stomach that it won't blow up your head. Just, whatever you do, do not fart.
Abby: Oh, no. Oh, Mommy. Mommy, I need to fart right now. Ohhhh noooo. I need to go to the bathroom, too. Oh, Mommy. I love you. Goodbye forever!
She ran down the hall to the toilet, holding her tush and yelling the entire way like she was on a bathroom kamikaze mission. She made it out alive, but I'm not sure she'll want to eat pizza again anytime soon. At least not from Bombino's.
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