A little confusion.


Tonight while in Prescott, we ordered a hot pretzel for Kajsa. She’d never had one before, and kept babbling on about her ‘pizza’. We could tell that she was excited, but we corrected her “pret-zel, Kajsa!”

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When the fellow showed up with this lovely delight along with a side of yummy stone ground mustard, Kajsa was, well, non-plussed. She just looked at it and asked, “Pizza?”

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It only took a few bites for her to accept that, although we seemed to be losing our minds, she could handle this bizarre new pastry.

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Oh well.

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