A few weeks ago I was out with all three kids (not unusual) and had nothing packed for any of us to eat (quite unusual). Hunger levels were quickly rising, morale was rapidly falling. Given time and location, our best option was a small pizza place in order to save us (or save myself, really) from a hunger-induced group meltdown.
The girls each got a slice of pizza, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover there were a bunch of decent side dishes on the menu. I got three meatballs and some sauteed summer vegetables to share with 13 month old Kaz, who does not yet know that the children in this family are supposed to demand pizza and shun vegetables. (Shhhh!)
