pizza for dessert

My sister thanked us for watching her little guy this afternoon with dessert. Ice cream pizza. The kids couldn't wait to finish dinner and dig in. Neither could I. It came packaged in an authentic pizza box and looked absolutely delectable. So I sliced it and we dug in. Sam, my picky eater, decided he'd rather not, so it was just us girls.


Teresa sighed deeply after each bite. It was just that yummy.
Katie started at the top and worked her way down to the brownie crust, savoring every morsel of chocolate, each m&m and the fudge topping.
This was what Kate's slice looked like when she declared she was stuffed. She truly is my girl. As a child, I was infamous for licking the topping off my desserts and then proclaiming I was full. My brothers and sisters never miss an opportunity to remind me of this.
When she was about halfway through, Teresa dreamily pronounced "I am in LOVE!"
She stated my thoughts exactly.