My kid was going to have a party pizza…

…for dinner, but I told him he didn’t have time to cook it before his grandmother picked him up.  Soon as he left, I turned on the oven.  My party pizza, you little freeloading democrat.  Whaaaaaaat?

He’s gonna come home tomorrow evening, think about having that pizza for dinner, and I’m going to be like, “Oh, I didn’t know you wanted it.”