Lord of the Pies, Stop 6

Last Sunday night, Moonie and I pushed ourselves through the cold November rain and into the warmth of The Big Cheese & Pub.

He was immediately taken with the fishtank. “Fishies!” he kept squealing. The fishies didn’t squeal back.

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I managed to pull him away from his swimmy little friends when we were seated at a table. Moonie immediately opened the menu.

“Look!” he shouted. “Little cheeses! That’s me!”

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“That’s for wee little folks with wee little appetites,” I explained.

“Oh,” he said. “That’s not me.”

Dan came in a few minutes later, while Moonie was studying the pizza choices.

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“What is that little clicking noise?” Dan asked.

“Moonie’s teeth,” I explained. The poor little dude was still chilled from the rain.

“Here,” Dan said, fashioning a skirt for Moonie out of his paper napkin ring.

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“Ooh, and it’s purple!” Moonie squealed. “That’s my favorite color! Just like pink is and red is and…”
(“This could go in for awhile,” I warned Dan.)

“Do you know what you’d like to order?” our server asked.

“S-s-s-soup,” Moonie said through still-chattering teeth.

And soup he got.

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It sure went quickly.

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The next time I looked up, he was already digging into my spinach pizza.

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He slowly tiptoes backwards so he could sample Dan’s pizza, too.

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In the end, Big Cheese got a thumbs-up from this little cheese.

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