pizza boy Sunday night we had pizza. Steve cut up small pieces for Brandon and arranged them nicely on a plate with marinara dipping sauce. But that wasn’t enough for our boy. He grabbed my slice right out of my hand. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related One thought on “pizza boy” Add yours They are getting minds of their own 🙂 Rachael is now letting us know exactly what she wants to do and eat and even wear sometimes 🙂 Is he talking up a storm yet? LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.