Cheese Negotiations

Some nights I like to be that fun, spur-of-the moment Mom that marches in the door and announces "We're going out for dinner!" Usually this is because I am either A- too lazy to cook; B- realizing I forgot to go to the grocery store, or (most likely) C- a combination of both.

Tonight was one of those nights. So we went to Minsky's Pizza.

Even though we've lived here just over five years, we still hadn't made it to the pizzeria just down the road. Which is odd, because we're kind of a pizza lovin' family. Well, mostly. 

Sometimes it's hard to try new places with the Z in tow. Not because he's a terror, and it's not like he has allergy issues. He has major food aversions. Not "I'm going to throw a fit because all I want are nuggets!" We're talking hyper-ventilating, absolute terror over.... say.... a hamburger. But he likes pizza. Correction- he likes cheese breadsticks, or cheese pizza, no sauce. 

He was still pretty nervous, though. He's old enough to realize that different places do even the simplest of things, like cheese breadsticks, differently.  "What if it's too different?" 

"It smells different in here." "What if the cheese isn't right?" "Are they bringing sauce? 

Will you take it away if they do, please?" It's a lot of worry and tension over some bread and cheese. 

In the end it worked out just fine, even if he was a little nervous about it all. 

So that's one small step for Z, one giant leap for our dining options.