Dinner

I was late getting home. Called R.

"Want me to pick something up on the way home?"
"Sure."
"What do you want?"
"I don't know. Ask AB. AB! Talk to your Mother."
"Hello?"
"Hey sweetie how was your day?"
"Fine."
"What do you want for dinner?"
"I want pizza."
(A grumbles loudly.)
(R in the background) "Tell her I didn't tell you to say that."
"Daddy didn't tell me to say that."
"All right. Tell Daddy he has to order it."

That was easy. Artery-clogging bad example food for dinner. Aaaawesome.

And it tasted goood.