Well it all started out great until Ian decided to "help" make dinner. He thought that the oven would cook faster at 500 degrees....it sure did! After I took the burnt pizza out of the oven, that had only been in there for about 5 minutes, I pretended to cry. Ian came over and gave me a hug and said, "That's ok mommy, we can go get another one." Kids are so cute at times. So that's what we did, we sent daddy to the store to get another pizza and this time Ian told me he wouldn't touch the oven...good thing!
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Looks delicious! You always were a good cook and I guess Ian is going to be a great chef like you!
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