Because pizza(!) always deserves an exclamation.
The Elder Sprog has been nine for a while and we figured it was about time she learned to make a few meals more advanced than cereal. My evil plan is to train her up so that I can do nothing but turn into a kind of Jabba the Hutt thing that is surgically attached to my laptop, while The Spawn feed me pizza(!) and coffee. Okay not really. I like to be able to walk to the bathroom unassisted, at the very least.
I put forward the idea to the Elder Sprog that Wednesdays will be a day to learn to cook something, and did she have any preferences for her first go at chefdom? I will give you three guesses as to what she chose. Also, none of those guesses count.
Today I taught the Elder Sprog to make pizza(!) dough, and then showed both spawn how to do the toppings. Then they kicked me and The Slave out of the kitchen, and told us they were making us pizza(!) for supper.They took requests for toppings, squealed happily and worked together to produce their very first all-by-themselves pizzas(!)
It was the most wonderful pizza(!) in the world. And I love my strange little people who made it.