She had other ideas though.
I couldn't even feel annoyed that she wouldn't help because she spent her time so freakin creatively.
She made a pizza store.
And she not only set up this whole fantasy pizza store, she somehow convinced her 11 and 12-year-old brother to play along!
See? His number was called. It's his turn to pick up his pizza!
And as I am writing this, this looong ago picture of the same two cutie brothers popped up on my computer. They still love a sandwich and juicebox, but really, who doesn't?