The other night at bedtime, one of the books we read was William Steig’s Pete’s a Pizza, which tells the story of a sad little boy whose parents pretend to make him into a pizza in order to cheer him up. The boys love this story, and of course, they wanted to play the game as well. But I was exhausted, so I told them I just didn’t have the energy to make them into pizzas. Then Ezra said, “What if we make you into a pizza?” So even though what I really wanted was for them to go to sleep so I could do the same, I said yes.
So they set off to cut up some paper (two different colors) that would serve as the cheese and pepperoni. Then, just like in the book, they sprinkled it all over me.
They used flashlights as cooking instruments.
And then once they realized I was taking pictures, they started hamming things up a bit. Here’s my toothless wonder.
And my “van-pire.”
Believe it or not, at some point they actually did go to bed. And I got a little satisfaction knowing that I, at least a little bit, lived the spirit of this poem, which I love.
