Entry FeedWhen you have sons, you know that there is a perception that food is scarce. Especially pizza. Meal times can be aggressive and competitive events. The event starts when the doorbell rings and someone yells, "Pizza's here!" and ends only when there are a few crusts and empty cardboard boxes spread around. We don't even bother with plates, mostly because they represent boundaries, and are not respected during feeding time.
Really, I know that we will be in big trouble when they are teenagers. For this reason I feel for my sister with her three sons, and our cousins with four.
Last night, daughter was very upset with her brothers for eating her pizza. She doesn't understand the game yet - she just isn't fast enough.
Yelling and upset I explained a basic truth to her. Anyone with a penis is a goofball.
She walked into the TV room, and pointing at her bothers and father one by one announced, "Goofball. Goofball. Goofball."
That's my girl.