I'm not in charge

Recently, my mom and I were running errands with the boys in tow. We reached that wall otherwise known as lunch time and knew that we better stop to eat before risking a public meltdown. And I'm not necessarily speaking of the boys' low blood sugar. I might be speaking of my own behavior when faced with hunger.

We asked the boys what they wanted to eat, and they said "PIZZA!" as usual. I'm not sure why we even ask anymore.

Garrett took it to another level and requested Pizza Garden, his favorite pizza buffet.

I asked Jack and Liam if they thought that was a good idea, and Liam said, "I don't know. I'm not in charge."

That's right, buddy. You're learning.