Last night, Sacha asked me the typical 5:00 pm question: “Whatchyoo goin’ make for us supper?”
“BBQ chicken, rice and caesar salad,” I replied.
“I think we need have pizza,” Sacha piped up.
“We don’t have any ingredients to make pizza, kiddo,” I said, thinking that would be the end of this conversation.
Until Sacha smirked:
“No, but Dominoes does!”