Anything is Tasty with a Little Red Sauce

After using the rocky shoreline as a natural jungle gym, Mr. Sneaky Pants and Sarah were starving, and we were all in the mood for pizza, so we drove down to Old Chicago to try out their pizza selection. Perhaps because there is no school tomorrow, everyone else seemed to have the same idea. We had to wait more than a half our for our table, and by the time we actually ordered, my children were sucumbing to starvation, or so it seemed. We relented and ordered an appetizer to supease them. The mozarella sticks came with a clump of lettuce as garnish on the plates, and having devoured the fried cheesy delights, Sarah and Mr. Sneaky Pants agreed to split the clump of lettuce. They devoured it, taking care to extensively dip it in the dish of tomato sauce. When the pizza finally did come, they snarfed that up, their tummies bulging with far more food than either my husband or myself ate, maybe more food than what the two of us ate combined.