Not very frugal

Yesterday evening Sarah informed me that she wanted pizza for dinner. This is almost a weekly ritual for her, especially on the days when I don't cook because we're having left-overs. However, left-overs to Sarah means that she can have anything she wants, not what we had the night before.

Anyway, we were having the "I want pizza" discussion on the way home. It was left-over night and I thought she might say she wanted a hot dog or McDonald's (barforama - very rarely do we get fast food anymore), but she piped up with "Pizza!" Naturally Cloosty joined in with his "peetsa!" Man! I didn't feel like pizza - I'm tired of pizza. Just the smell turns my stomach these days.

Me: I don't want pizza.
Sarah: I do, Mommy!
Me: I don't want to get it.
Sarah: Call Daddy. He can bring it home!

I tried getting a hold of Pedro, but he was in a meeting. Crap.

Me: He's not answering.
Sarah: Leave him a medjage.
Me: You mean a messsssage?
Sarah: Yeah, leave him a meshage.
Me: He'll be home too late.
Sarah: We can stop and get it (meaning Little Caesar's $5 pizza).
Me: I don't want to get out of the car, get you guys out, go in, carry everything back in the car and go home.
Sarah: Then we can order one.
Me: That's expensive.
Sarah: I'll buy it. I have lots of money.
Me: I'm not going to let you waste your money on pizza.
Sarah: But I want to waste my money!

ROFL! I tried to explain to her what "wasting your money" means, but I don't think she quite got it. Needless to say that I ordered a pizza at three times what it would have cost to go to Little Caesar's. Hmmm, was it convenience of online ordering or laziness? I'm going to say that I wasn't feeling very good. I ate asparagus, squash and zuchinni for dinner while the kids chowed down on pizza. And I didn't let Sarah waste her money - I wasted mine instead. Not a very good example, am I?

Bah.