Give us this day our daily pizza

Yesterday we went to the petting zoo in San Juan Capistrano, where Isaiah stared rapturously at all the ducks and geese, honking wildly, and where Nathan gleefully chased bunnies about and gave them lots of huggies. The bunnies would quickly squirm away, and Nathan would hold out his arms pleadingly. "Huggies? Huggies?" I felt a little sorry for the poor bunnies. That is not an easy career, by any stretch of the imagination. But then Andy reminded me that in the wild, their predators are more ferocious even than affectionate toddlers. And the pay is good, a lifetime supply of carrots and bunny feed. I guess it's not too bad a life, all things considered.

They had a tiny train there, which you could ride for two dollars. This was the most exciting part of the whole place, as far as the wuggies were concerned. We were sorely tempted to let them ride, but the truth was, we didn't have much time, and thought it was more important to see the ostriches. The boys weren't particularly interested in ostriches, but ostriches are real, and the train wasn't. In the interest of exposing our children to as many real experiences as possible, we dragged them unwillingly over to the ostriches, and promised to go see a real train just as soon as the petting zoo closed.

Which was very soon. The trip was a bit spur-of-the-moment. I pretty much spent the whole morning on the internet, looking for somewhere fun to take the kids, and by the time I found it, there wasn't even going to be time to pack a lunch if we were going to have much time before it closed. So we stopped at Trader Joes on the way and picked up a grand assortment of food for lunch and dinner. Three loaves of bread, two blocks of cheese, carrots and tangerines and grape tomatoes and spinach. All yummy nutritious things easily eaten on the go, and thus a wonderful plan for saving time.

Except that Trader Joes was the wrong direction on the 57, but we didn't take the 57, and got caught behind a long train. And anyway, Andy packed us ham sandwiches after all. So when we finally got to the petting zoo, we had precisely 40 minutes before they closed. Which turned out to be the perfect amount of time to see everything, so it was all good. And really, getting stuck behind the train was probably the best part of the day for the wuggies, since trains are surpassingly wonderful, and that train was actually real, unlike the one at the petting zoo, but it didn't whistle in our faces like the one at the Amtrak station, and leave Nathan quivering for a good ten minutes.

Anyway, all this to say that our eating habits have had a strange effect on the wuggies vocabulary. When most people want to refer to the nourishing stuff we eat, they usually say "food." Or maybe "dinner."

Not the wuggies. That would be too dull.

When we gathered into the car after our stop at Trader Joes, and I broke out the grape tomatoes, our hungry wuggies became very excited.

"Pizza! Pizza!"


HolyMama! said...

ok, you've got your kids believing grape tomatoes are pizza, and to be enthusiastic over?! that's Parenting Brilliance, right there.

Matthew said...

Hey, you're the one who spent weeks feeding them nothing else so you could perfect your recipe. ;)