L has developed an obsession with "going out" and "getting pizza". Almost every day she asks for pizza. If she is anywhere near the car, she jumps in and buckles her seatbelt. Sometimes, like today, she just randomly bursts out with the question, "Go car, get pizza?" Daniel was putting gas in my van the other day and pulled into the station (it happens to be next to our local pizza place), you can bet the first thing she asked about was pizza. She recognized the plaza apparently. You can't fool that kid.