Share this:
Tom came home from work this afternoon with a bit of a stomach bug, so he didn’t really want to think about dinner. As dinner time approached, I decided to ask TJ what he wanted to eat. He’d been begging for Teddy Grahams, but he’d already had some crackers for a snack, and he didn’t have a very good lunch.
The conversation went like this:
“TJ, what would you like for dinner?”
“Pizza. Everybody comes!”
“You want pizza?”
“Yeah, pizza. Everybody comes!”
“What do you mean, everybody comes?”
“Grandma Debbie… Grandma Kitty… Great-Great Grandma Betty…”
(* It’s really just Great-Grandma Betty, but TJ adds the extra great every time.)
So I ran the idea past Tom, who wasn’t completely against pizza as I thought he’d be. We tried to convince TJ that we could just order a small pizza for the three of us, but TJ was adamant about everybody coming over. Our house isn’t quite big enough to entertain all of the Grandmas for an impromptu dinner party, so we made a few phone calls and came up with an alternate plan.
We went out for pizza. Great-Grandma Betty didn’t come, because she was already changed and ready for bed. (Grandma Kitty was already changed, too, but she got dressed again.) We were all at the pizzeria within 20 minutes of the phone calls.
TJ doesn’t just rule Mommy and Daddy. He rules the whole entire family.
For the curious who know all about TJ’s eating habits, he did eat pizza. Thankfully, it wasn’t just a thin excuse to get everyone together.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
