He won't eat pizza when we cut it up anymore. He insists on eating it whole like his big brother Luke. He lacks the molars and jaw strength to really take a good bite so the cheese just slides off the top and the crust remains unscathed. He doesn't mind. He's a 21-month old big boy. He eats pizza.
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And then he plays peek-a-boo with his greasy pizza-covered hands. Pizza night is always bath night. Always.
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