Pizza...poor Pizza. In packing Pizza with the other things for L's "I'm Special" week at daycare I neglected to think that L lost a playmate for the weekend.
Poor L was on the verge of tears when she said, "but I miss her." Can I blame it on Mommy brains?!? Or is the grace period passed? She asked about Pizza all day long. I thought about calling the school. L made me feel a little better when she told me she would play with these until we could get Pizza. She asked me what the baby's name was.
L: What is her name?
Me: What do you want it to be?
L: Beauty. (We watched Beauty and the Beast this morning)
Me: That's the perfect name.