All my well laid plans of nutritious balanced meals complete with only whole grains and organic fresh fruits and vegetables have gone down the drain. I tell you it is a sinking ship around here – if I was not so busy having the time of my life with my little sidekick I am sure I would feel terribly guilty about the poor food choices I am making for him – the life long seeds I am planting NOT of ideal meal modeling but of lack-luster-fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pant-do-it-to-make-him-smile-and-clap dinners.

But honestly – the kid just gave up his mouth-mouth and when faced with a giggling sing-song chant from the backseat of the car yesterday on the way home from school of Pizza! Pizza! Pizza! Pizza! Pizza! I quickly heard myself saying “Pizza it is!”. This will mark the fourth day in a row that we have had pizza for either lunch of dinner (insert gasp here).

Texas had four and a half slices and Buster (his meal-time BFF hound dog) had a half slice.