Last night we came pretty late and Nyle wanted pizza for his bedtime snack. We had a piece of frozen cheese pizza that Jen microwaved for him. She went up stairs and started getting ready for bed while I cleaned up the kitchen a little. Nyle does not like his food very warm, and he likes it cut up in bite size pieces. So to accommodate his preferences, I cut the slice of pizza up in to small pieces and let it cool. I then set him up at the table and he began eating his pizza while I continued cleaning. In about 10 minutes I heard him say " well, there's a bone", kind of muttering to himself. I said,"What's that? How's that pizza? Do you have any left? He said, "nope, there aint nothing left but the bones!" I thought to myself "Bones!?" Hmmmm. I went over and checked out his plate. Sure enough all that was left was the crusty bone hard edge. A pizza bone for sure to a 3 year old. It was especially hard from the freeze and thaw and then the microwave. It was hard as a rock, and not at all worth eating. A pizza bone!
Today's little video clip is of me singing at the state fair earlier this year. It takes a while for them to get the song setup for me to sing. But the real entertainment is my dancer. Check it out...
