The Better Piece of Pizza

There were two pieces of cheese pizza left. I wanted one. One of them was clearly better than the other. A bit larger. Better looking cheese. Better.

I asked Violet do you want any more pizza? She said yes but I can have some. I told her to pick her piece. So she came to the counter and her hand hovered over the good piece. Then she grabbed the smaller piece.

I said no. Put that back. You take that better piece. And don’t ever take the worse thing just for some boy.

She said ok. Dadding accomplished.

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