Pizza Interruptus

Tonight we experienced our first retreat. After ordering a beer (to share) and some pizza, Jack seemed to be settling into his easy-come, easy-go, cafe personality. Here he eyes the chile flakes with appropriate apprehension. But he soon got bored, or bothered - or perhaps he was unhappy we were not at Two Amys - and all bets were off. Dad quaffed the beer (oh, the sacrifices he makes) and asked for the pizza to go. And we went. And now Jack is back home and happy again.