While Morgan was feeding her face on pepperoni pizza I made for her and Weston, I fixed this pizza for me and 52. I said, “Look, Morgan, everything on THIS pizza is homemade. Homemade cheese, basil and tomatoes from our garden, and–” She interrupted with, “You can’t grow mushrooms.”
AND I SAID, “YES, I DID!!!!”
Okay, she didn’t care.