Hands Off!

Today at lunch, K, N and I were eating pizza. N had eaten three pieces already and K was working on his second. There was one piece left and this was our conversation:

N (to me): Do you want the last piece of pizza?

Me: No, I was saving it for K.

N: He doesn't need another piece. Two is plenty.

Me: Three is plenty for you.

N: I am at least twice as big as K, so I should get 4.

K: It's my pizza dad.

N: You don't need 3 pieces, K.

K: I need 4.

Me (to K): How could you eat 4 pieces of pizza?

K: I would eat them one at a time with a fork. (I could just see the eye roll and hear the "Duh!")

Well, I gave the last piece to K after he finished his second piece and he teased N with it. So, N came over to try to eat it before K could. When N bent down to take a bite out of it K smacked him in the face--with the pizza! N had pizza sauce all over his glasses and forehead. It was so funny and we all had a great laugh. Then, in the most serious voice I could muster, I told K that he shouldn't do that with his food. I'm sure it was very effective.