Pizza at the office

I was driving the 3-year old to daycare today morning.

"What are you going to do in your office?," she inquired.

"I'm going to work," I told her.

"No, no, no," she said, "what are you going to eat?  Are you going to eat pizza?"   The kids came with me to work on Thursday. They were so craving pizza after two months of deprival that a couple of colleagues and I took them to a pizza buffet for lunch.

"I'm not going to eat pizza today."

"Don't eat pizza at your office if me and S1 are not there," she told me sternly, "When me and S1 come to your office, then you can eat pizza."

"Yes, dear."

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