Rock the Pizza Slice? Juice?
A Massachusetts blogger has come to my rescue, and is my second guest for the week.
Momma Kiss writes over here, lives with and loves her hubs and two boys, sometimes makes me spit coffee out my nose, and is adamantly pro- pigtail.
I heart her.
In an effing big way.
Rock the Pizza Slice? With Juice?
My 5 year old son wants to be Batman for Halloween. He’s wanted to be Batman since he was 3. I finally found the right costume, for the right price (ebay) and so this year he’s getting his wish.
We’ve been trying to bribe the little guy into being Robin. And we’d put a cape on the dog. I mean, C’MON! How freakin’ cute would that be??
Well the 3 year old has other plans. I was putting him to bed tonight and again, begged him to be Robin for Halloween.
“Nope. I’m gonna be PIZZA!”
Um, ok, “What kind of pizza?”
“A RED ONE! And I’ll be 2 slices. But no crust.”
I’m envisioning a slab of mushy, red cheese with no crust and how the hell am I supposed to make that?
“Ok, pizza, we’ll work on that.”
“No, wait Momma, I’ll be Buzz Lightyear!”
perfect, we have that costume, which I’m about to remind him of and he says
“WAIT – WAIT – NO, Momma, I’ll be a glass of juice. Your juice. The soda kind that you put raspberries in.”
“The juice in the shiny glass that me & my brudder don’t like because it smells funny.”
“You mean Momma’s Juice?”
“Uh huh, that juice you always drinkin’.”
He wants to be a glass of wine for Halloween.
I’m pretty sure I can whip that up real quick.
After I finish this glass…