Whenever The Brainy One and I have pizza, The Brainy One always make one for The Boy Child, in the hope that he will eat it. We don’t put anything on it that he doesn’t already eat.
This evening, after something of a struggle, The Boy Child relented and actually tried two morsels.
He then said: “I wub pizza” … {big pause} … “today!”
This West London Life 
LOL. Good one. At least he's covering his bases for the future, eh? :o)
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LOL. Those struggles for me never work. I live in hope.
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He know's how to get around his mother :0)
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I am so glad he is learning to like pizza!
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