JJ was not as obliging:
But then gave in to the guilt:
He woke up very early this morning, very excited about the first day. (Though he had to fall asleep in my bed last night because his stomach hurt so much. A case of the hebegebe's is my guess.) He hopped on top of the bed and said:
"I love you like a piece of pie."
"A piece of pie, or a pizza pie?" I asked
"A piece of pie."
"But you don't like pie." I pointed out.
A pause.
"A pizza pie!"
Can't beat a pizza pie.
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