When your eyes are bigger than your stomach, turn to your hands for hope...

Daniel and Madeleine attended an evening pseudo-sleepover at their school this evening, where you're welcome to wear pajamas, and you watch a movie and eat pizza and do crafts and run around like hamsters, but everyone goes home at 9:00.  Apparently they had significantly more gluten-free pizza on hand than was needed for the party-goers, because in the car on the way home, Daniel and I had the following conversation:

Daniel:  My fist had better grow fast.

Me:  Why?

Daniel:  Because your fist is the size of your stomach, and I ate nine pieces of  pizza, and I'm not sure you can fit that much pizza in this small fist.

(December 4, 2015)