The kids have been getting more and more picky with their eating. They seem to think I am a short order cook. Dante decided he wanted egg and bacon sandwiches for dinner and I complied. While I was making them, Jonah protested. "But I want pizza!" he whined. I told him I was already making dinner.
"And besides," I said, "I'm putting all my love into these eggs."
Jonah humphed at me " I don't see why you can't put your love into pizza."