L.’s preschool has recently begun something that tugs at both sides of my mommy conscience (mom-science?) — the Friday pizza party. Well, maybe “party” is a bit of a stretch. As far as I know, they order pizza from the
Archive: July 2010
4-year-olds have a funny way of taking over and upsetting any “plans” you think you’ve made. In this case, my 4-year-old son, L., received last night’s “Crockpot Chicken Curry Thing” experiment with a sort of lukewarm skepticism. For the record,
I’ll just say it up-front, so you know what to expect: I’m a neurotic, hyperorganized geek when it comes to planning what, where, when, and how my family is going to eat. No, seriously. The Gourmet Geekfest ensues about once