Pepperoni Pizza

Little mister and I decided to make pepperoni pizza for dinner the other night. Half the fun is eating the pizza. The other half, that also happens to be the fun half, is making the dough.

I measured. Little mister dumped everything into the mixer. He was too cute and very proud of himself.

I was proud of him too. And it was a great way to spend some quality time together on a hot summer afternoon while Q man slept.

After the great pizza dough party I took little mister outside to take photos of the artwork he’d made at camp.  First the American flag made with penne and stars.

Then the shirt he made. And yes, he proudly wore it on the 4th.

And, since we were on the deck, a quick shot of my petunias. Finally! I found a flower that grows on my deck. A happy, pretty, little flower.

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