We ordered pizza for dinner on Thursday night. It had been a long day at work for both of us and the thought of cooking dinner was just more than we could face.
Both boys were hungry. We told them we had ordered pizza and they would just have to be patient. That got them off our backs, for the time being.
The doorbell rang. Both boys, in unison, stood up, looked towards the front door and yelled out "PIZZA!!!".
It wasn't the pizza. It was dude handing out the neighborhood newsletter. Imagine the despair.
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