As I was sitting today working on my new romance novel, Bear & Sparrow, I was being stalked by a child wearing pizza as a fashion accessory. It is really hard to get into "the mood" to write a romantic sex scene while a two year old has a slice of pizza stuck to her bare chest and is wanting to debate with you over a slice of cheese. You see my youngest is a cheese hound and seems convinced that if she does not have cheese that she will in fact just fall over and die, on the spot. There really is no debating with a two year old or trying to get her to belive that she will not die if she doesn't get the cheese. Oh but you mention Santa Claus and she is stoked and all on board for the holiday creeping up around the corner. Come on, really cheese verses Santa, I know hands down the big guy in the red suit wins right? Nope as the pizza was sliding down her chest to rest on the top of her diaper and one hand scratching her head, cheese had consumed her mind.
So one wonders...at what point does pizza lose its use as a fashion accessory? With all the kids that I do have, I am confident when I say...sometime in their teen years. I know this because my ten year old son still wears a red tomato face mask after eating his pizza.
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