Marty-pants

'Tas tro fi' for catastrophe. It's awesome. You usually yell it when daddy can't shovel sand fast enough to keep the water from breaking holes in your dams.

Just a short note. The other day we ordered pizza. We don't order pizza often, but we got some pizza and you loved it. But you hadn't really noticed pepperoni before (I'm sure you've had it before). You asked what it was, and we told you, but you might have misheard us. A week later you're playing cars with mom, and you decide they're having a pizza party. And you said the pizza delivery man is bring us a pizza with pepper-macaroni. So much fun being your parents.