“Uh, doll. What the hell is that?” Sonny pointed to the pizza box as he walked into the living room.

“Pizza, Sonny.” Catching the gooey cheese in your mouth, looking him straight in the eye.

He scoffed, “that is not pizza, okay. That is an abominaion.”

“Don’t even start with me on toppings”, adding another slice to your plate, you grabbed a beer and plopped on the couch.

“Goat cheese and sun-dried tomato is classic Italian toppings and delicious I might add”, Sonny countered.

“Let’s agree to disagree. Just pick the pineapple off”, turning your attention back to the TV.

“But the juice will be baked in…”, Sonny started to whine.

“Good thing yours is staying warm in the oven.” You winked at him.

“You’re such a brat.” Sonny shot back.