Pizza-snarfing bandit
Iris never gets so excited about any food as when I ask her to help me put it on pizza. This is because she knows I’ll let her get away with stuffing as much into her mouth as ends up on the pizza. (“I’m just tasting some,” is her standard line.)
My homemade Italian sausage is good, but I don’t know if it’s this good.
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