A couple nights ago we (Kaylee and me) made a couple of pizzas. It’s Kaylee favorite meal to help make. She really loves to cook, and pizza dough requires actual measuring. So she gets to do LOTS of helping with the measuring cups/spoons. Plus pizza is her FAVORITE thing to eat.

Well I decided to make a Regan/Kaylee friendly pizza. I picked up a Gluten free pizza mix that was also free of: wheat, egg, dairy,……. Basically it’s made of rice four. Can I just say poor Regan. I even used real cheese. I just couldn’t bring myself to buy the soy mozzarella that boldly stated “It MELTS!”

Kaylee took a couple of bites before proclaiming, “It’s gross Mom.” She had two slices that she stripped the toppings off of. So she had bread less pizza for dinner. I actually thought it was o.k.ish. Jon has refused to even try it.

I’m thinking Regan will very rarely get his special pizza. That stuff takes twice as long to make. Yeesh! I felt like I was making pizza for hours. Oh, wait I was! Egg free dough is easy and yummy. So I will happily continue to make Kaylee pizza.

Anyway on to the Kayleeism. I was getting VERY frustrated with the dough. (It was more like cake batter!) And Kaylee kept leaning on my arm, and leaning off her stool. I was worried she was going to fall. In my frustration of the moment I snapped at her. (Not a good Mama moment.) This is how she reacted to me.

Kaylee: (reaches over and pats my shoulder) It’s o.k. Mom. I’m fine. You o.k? (Hugs me.)

Me: Ya. I’m o.k. Please stand on your stool the right way.

Kaylee: Sure Mom. (hugs me again before standing right) I love you.

Me: I love you too Kaylee. (trying to decide if I want to laugh or cry)

She kills me! Where does she get this stuff? How is she all calm and Mommy like when I’m the one throwing a fit over pizza dough? I really think it was divine intervention. I tell you what life was all rainbows and lemon drops after her cuteness. She’s pretty great right? RIGHT!