Tonight we’re having a marvelous dinner of frozen pizza. It’s just that kind of day.
I turned on the oven to preheat it. Then I took the pizza out of the box and left it on the counter, still in the plastic wrapper, and went to my office to take my turn at Scrabble on Facebook continue cleaning while the oven heated.
A few minutes later, Girl (aged 7) came into the office carrying the pizza (still in its wrapper). “When are you going to make this?”
I told her the oven was heating and asked her to take the pizza back to the kitchen and leave it on the counter. She did, and went to play in her room.
When I heard the oven beep, I unwrapped the pizza, put it in the oven and returned to my office.
Girl came in soon after with a puzzled look on her face and despair in her voice. “I put the pizza back on the counter and now I can’t find it anywhere!”
This is the part where the Devil opens the gates of hell for me.
I turned my head so she wouldn’t see me laughing.
“Are you sure you looked everywhere?”
“I think so. Wait, let me check my room.” She ran off.
I nearly choked trying not to laugh.
I called out. “Did you maybe put it in the oven?”
“Why don’t you go look. Just to be sure.”
The kids don’t use the oven yet, so the fact that she considered this a possibility was beyond hilarious.
I heard her go to the kitchen and turn on the oven light.
“It’s in there! Out of the plastic wrapper and everything!” She ran back to me.
“How could you forget something like that, honey?”
I hid my face behind some papers. I was dying.
“I don’t know? I’m forgetting a lot of stuff today, I guess.”
Smite me now. I’m still laughing.
I even thanked her for making dinner.
Maybe we can get ginkgo biloba in bulk.
(Does it make anyone feel better than I burned my finger when I was cutting the pizza?)