Several months ago, I discovered Jack's deep love of Costco pizza the hard way. I bought a piece to eat on the fly, gave him a few bites, and he completely melted down when there was no more. With a full cart and a post-surgery foot impeding my mobility, I was forced to ask a friendly looking mom to buy me another piece of pizza while I distracted my hungry, Gremlin-like baby. I blogged about it here.
Saturday, it happened again.
Before you chastise me for not learning my lesson the first time, I really did think I was handling it better this time around.
First, I bought a slice of cheese pizza FOR JACK, with a Diet Coke FOR ME. I did not intend to eat the pizza. I knew that Jack would chow down on it. This was a good plan. I confess that I did take a few bites. Like four. Because I love Costco pizza about as much as Jack does. But really, I was a paragon of self-control. And the slices of pizza are not small.
Jack ate. And ate. And ate. And then the pizza was gone.
And he cried. He frantically motioned toward the plate where the pizza had been. He looked at me with what I can only describe as fear in his eyes, as if to say, "What? How can there be no more? Say it isn't so!!!"
I shook my head in disbelief. "But I didn't eat any!," I thought to myself. Glance at empty plate. Glance at Gremlin baby. "It's happening again."
Perhaps in a fit of precognition that this might occur, I had parked my cart very close to the food line this time. I sized up the young couple eating their pizza next to me and decided that they looked trustworthy enough to make sure no one babynapped my cart while I was fifteen feet away. I asked them to keep an eye on Mr. Pizza while I bought him more pizza. No problem.
He ate about half of the second piece, and I helped him with the rest. For procuring the pizza, pizza was my prize. Crisis averted. Dinner eaten. It was Saturday night fever, Costco style.
So, to the second nice lady who has helped me out of a Gremlin Pizza Crisis at Costco, I thank you.
To Costco, for making the most addictive cheese pizza on the planet, I guess I thank you, too.
To the Costco pizza-selling lady who saw what was happening, and recommended that I "just buy the whole pizza next time," I guess I thank you, too.
Hope your weekend was cheesy but Gremlin-free,
Heather
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