So earlier this week Owen got to go to work making his very own pizzas (with some help from me of course). He had so much fun, got a little too happy with the cheese, and kept telling me he needed more “macaronis” on his pizzas. Macaronis=pepperonis. He’s just like his dad. Brett’s been known to steal the pepperoni and other toppings off my pizza.
And yes, sometimes we eat lunch in our pjs.
source: my friend Whitney