Living With My Daughter Is Like Living With A Pregnant Woman

Thaïs came to me yesterday, a very serious look on her face, “Mummy, I feel like eating pizza.”

“Okay,” I said. “What toppings would you like?”

“Toppings? Oh, only cheese and chicken. And maybe that round thing.”

‘That round thing‘ she’s referring to, is pepperoni. I knew I was completely out of pepperoni so I said, “Alright. Give me a couple of days to get all the ingredients together.”

“What? You need days? By the time you do all that, I won’t feel like eating it!”