You’d be a Fool to Turn Down a Pizza

So tonight, we’ve crashed Papa’s one-man party.

And we've crashed it old-school and downright hard.

HE THOUGHT, he’d be in bed by 6:30 PM.

To which we say: BOOOYAH.

Here we are, it is 4 hours ’til bedtime, entertain us Papa, entertain us!

HE THOUGHT, he'd watch Wall Street Week In Review in silence.

and we've said

Have you seen Rudy? Dec is dying to see it!

He THOUGHT, he’d eat leftovers from the fridge - but instead we stroll in with extra large “Roni Pies”......

Tonight, we expected Grouch but got Grace. We were warned about gray but got gold. Hard-shelled was replaced by soft-shelled soul. Sour skeptic replaced by cheerleader.

And I sat back, watched it happen, and wondered why I felt surprised..

On our way over this evening I asked Dec if he thought Papa would be mad that we

were bringing food with us.

To which Dec responded, "why would anyone be mad if you brought them a pizza?”

and as I drove along I realized that I had no response, he was right. You’d be a fool to turn down a pizza.

So tonight, with Roni Pizza, we came and lifted and propped the leg, told stories of Chicken Soup With Rice skits at school, and of PlayDates with Hive Camp Friends.

We told Papa that the weather was cold, dark, and windy. We talked of nothing really. But looking back on it all, it was everything.

And during it all, we shared and savored the roni pies. For a split second, I was home again - a twelve year old girl - on Friday Night, Pizza Night. That is how comfortable, warm, and good it all felt. Tonight, a kind and pizza-loving soul opened to us. And we were happy to be there for it all.