Order For Pickup!

Lily,

Ramirez Family guilty pleasure - we regularly order pizza on Fridays from our favorite local pizza establishment instead of cooking dinner. Side note, we are the only people who order a large pizza with pepperoni and bell peppers in this town, so they always know it's us calling and I always get a "this one's for him" when I walk in to pick up the order. By the way, people in Pennsylvania don't call them bell peppers, they call them green peppers. Whatever.

Anyway, the reason this is a guilty pleasure is because Mommy does her best to make sure that the food we eat is not only healthy but also responsibly grown, raised, butchered, transported, chewed, disposed of, thought about, etc. If it says organic, we're buying it. If it says free range cage free, we're buying two. If it has more than five ingredients, take it out of the cart. If we know the cow's name, we'll give it a shout out when we say Grace. Now we're not like Peter and Nance from the the show Portlandia, but we try.

I also thought we had done a good job so far from insulating you from junk/processed food and thought that you'd paid no mind to our greazy, cheesey indiscretion, until a couple of days ago when you again proved to us how much you listen to everything we say.

The other day you were pretending that a small bottle of lotion was a phone while you were sitting on the potty and you said something I didn't at first understand. When I asked you to repeat you looked at me and said, very squarely and clearly, "Order for pickup. Pepanonni." I was floored - I didn't think you were listening and internalizing every time I ordered a pizza. What else have I said that you weren't supposed to hear that you'll repeat in line at the grocery store? I guess we can't even hide from our own child that no matter how hard we try to be responsible consumers, we really love a good, unhealthy, processed, not-organic pizza. Your parents are imperfect people.