Pepperoni?

Last night it was the Wee Bear’s turn to catch me off guard. Kids are always surprising you, but this really tickled me.

So yesterday, my wife and the kids picked me up from work and we decided to go to the Loblaws near my work for what we affectionately call a “grocery store pick-nick.” They have a Marche-style restaurant in the store, and its a great way to practice restaurant behaviour in a very low-risk environment. The Doodlebug loves it because he gets to have his favourite food – french fries and ketchup. The Wee Bear is a different beast. He generally is open to more food options, but lately his pallate has been a little, or a lot, depending on the day, closed off. He’s hitting, unfortunately, that 3-year old closing of the gates in terms of trying new foods. In fact he’s been like many kids this age, who start wanting the same thing every night. In his case, it happens to be cucumber salad. Not a bad choice if you ask me, but cucumber salad at home is way different from the cucumber salad at the Loblaws. So I wasn’t sure what to expect.

Well. Wasn’t i just blown away when the Wee Bear spied the pizzas over in the far corner and proceeded to shout out “I want pizza with pepperoni!” What? Pepperoni? Never ever have we had pepperoni pizza. My wife and first child are, to my own chagrin, die-hard cheese-pizza lovers, and having grown up into it, the Wee Bear never complained. (I usually opt for an extra slice laden with peppers, chicken, mushrooms, etc.) But to suddenly hear such an enthusiastic request for pepperoni pizza, well, shiver me timbers. Here’s a lad after my own pepperoni-loving heart.

And while I was a tad concerned he might not eat those circular slices of yumminess, well, he snarfed them down like a only a seasoned pepperoni pizza lover could.

Boy was I surprised. And man, I can’t wait till we order pizza again.

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