The Evil Mom Who Made Pizza For Dinner
Once upon a time a mom decided to make pizza for dinner. She believed this would make her two young sons happy since they had gone grocery shopping that night and the boys were hungry. Plus they love pizza.
She fed them some apples as a quick snack while she cooked. As they munched and crunched the mom carefully made two pizzas. The kid-pizza had a very light coating of sauce, some cheese, and pepperoni. Nothing else. The adult pizza got a much heavier dose of sauce and added veggies.
The mom happily made the pizza while the boys finished up their homework, helping them as needed between chopping vegetables and baking the pizza.
And there was great rejoicing. The boys were happy - pizza dinner!
The pizza was served, and there was much rejoicing. Both boys heartily proclaimed, "This is the BEST ever!! We LOVE you, Mommy!
They turned on a fun nature show (Planet Earth: Seasonal Seas) and everyone sat down to enjoy some delicious crunchy-crust pizza and the BBC's presentation of Mother Nature.
The elder son devoured every crumb of his pizza and immediately requested more. The "more" wasn't deemed enough and he pleaded for 3rds. (Request denied.)
The younger son quietly sat. He nibbled at the corner of his pizza. And after eating the pepperoni began crying because he was "full".
The mom was in disbelief. The child had eaten almost nothing. Barely a bite of the pizza he just moments earlier had proclaimed was the best ever. She refused to accept his verdict. Eat your pizza.
The elder son offered to help... "I'll eat his pizza!"
But the mother would not accept this. She crabbily advised the elder son to go get ready for bed and sat with the younger son. She told him to stay in his seat until he at his ONE slice of pizza (which, for reference, was approximately 1.5" x 3").
He began crying harder, adamantly stating that he was DONE.
The mother refused to budge. No, you sit there until you finish. (OK, you can go blow your nose, 'cause that's gross. THEN sit there until you're done.) Ryan, please just finish one piece. One teeny tiny little piece of pizza. For the LOVE OF GOD, CHILD... eat the daggone pizza!!!! Why am I having this discussion?????
The poor younger son continued crying harder and harder. Clearly he was not being treated fairly. So he asked why his mother was being so mean. Why she was always so mean to him.
As the hysterical sobbing continued the Mean Mom realized the situation was hopeless and gave up. She told her younger son, "Fine, don't finish, just go to bed." It simply wasn't worth the battle and she figured it would be better to have him calm down and get some sleep. And there would at least be peace in the house.
But the younger son was outraged. He shouted at his mother "NO!!! Would you stop bossing me around?!? You're so mean!!!!"
So if you're ever wondering how sweet ladies turn into evil witches, just know... there's a reason.
She fed them some apples as a quick snack while she cooked. As they munched and crunched the mom carefully made two pizzas. The kid-pizza had a very light coating of sauce, some cheese, and pepperoni. Nothing else. The adult pizza got a much heavier dose of sauce and added veggies.
The mom happily made the pizza while the boys finished up their homework, helping them as needed between chopping vegetables and baking the pizza.
And there was great rejoicing. The boys were happy - pizza dinner!
The pizza was served, and there was much rejoicing. Both boys heartily proclaimed, "This is the BEST ever!! We LOVE you, Mommy!
They turned on a fun nature show (Planet Earth: Seasonal Seas) and everyone sat down to enjoy some delicious crunchy-crust pizza and the BBC's presentation of Mother Nature.
The elder son devoured every crumb of his pizza and immediately requested more. The "more" wasn't deemed enough and he pleaded for 3rds. (Request denied.)
The younger son quietly sat. He nibbled at the corner of his pizza. And after eating the pepperoni began crying because he was "full".
The mom was in disbelief. The child had eaten almost nothing. Barely a bite of the pizza he just moments earlier had proclaimed was the best ever. She refused to accept his verdict. Eat your pizza.
The elder son offered to help... "I'll eat his pizza!"
But the mother would not accept this. She crabbily advised the elder son to go get ready for bed and sat with the younger son. She told him to stay in his seat until he at his ONE slice of pizza (which, for reference, was approximately 1.5" x 3").
He began crying harder, adamantly stating that he was DONE.
The mother refused to budge. No, you sit there until you finish. (OK, you can go blow your nose, 'cause that's gross. THEN sit there until you're done.) Ryan, please just finish one piece. One teeny tiny little piece of pizza. For the LOVE OF GOD, CHILD... eat the daggone pizza!!!! Why am I having this discussion?????
The poor younger son continued crying harder and harder. Clearly he was not being treated fairly. So he asked why his mother was being so mean. Why she was always so mean to him.
As the hysterical sobbing continued the Mean Mom realized the situation was hopeless and gave up. She told her younger son, "Fine, don't finish, just go to bed." It simply wasn't worth the battle and she figured it would be better to have him calm down and get some sleep. And there would at least be peace in the house.
But the younger son was outraged. He shouted at his mother "NO!!! Would you stop bossing me around?!? You're so mean!!!!"
So if you're ever wondering how sweet ladies turn into evil witches, just know... there's a reason.
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