Last night we had pizza for dinner. As the four of us were sitting around the table eating and watching Chicken Little on tv, I noticed that Jack wasn't eating his pizza. The boy was glued to the tv as Chicken Little ran around saying "the sky is falling". Our usual way to get Jack to eat is to take a bite from his plate and exclaim how good it is, and after seeing how Mommy and Daddy don't die from eating the food, he gives in and starts to eat. But last night was a different story. Jim started to reach over to take a bite of his pizza and upon doing so, the boy yelled out "NO DADDY" and started to smack Daddy's hand. He was soooo serious about the whole thing as his little brow furrowed into a scowl at Daddy's threat of pizza stealing. Then he started yelling "MY PIZZA" at Daddy. It was totally hilarious and both Jim and I were about falling out of our chairs laughing our butts off. Of course everytime somebody tried to steal his precious pizza, he would yell at them and smack their hands again. I guess you don't get between the boy and his pizza.
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