Pizza Night

How do families begin pizza night traditions?  I now know the answer to this enduring question:  Indolence.   Lucille always tell me she can stay late and feed them on monday as she does tuesday and thursday to which I always reply that I like to have dinner with them which at this point means calling Nicks on the way home, grabbing the girls and heading out for pizza.  This also represents the night that I violate my new and probably temporary vegetarian diet because I partake in the pepperoni with the ladies.  Pepperoni is so far removed from any animal that I have difficulty seeing it as meat.  Also, I really really like pepperoni or any of the cured meats really.  Salty animals are just very tasty.   Now that the sun sets later, we can hit the playground on the way home and burn off some of the pizza calories and by the time I get back to the house we are ready for the bath/octonauts combo during which time I lay in the hallway and read Digg, followed by books and bed.  I started getting tired of “talking to the animals” with Phoebe and now I just lie down next to her bed tell her stories.  At some point she will say, “ok, you can go downstairs daddy” which I used to find cute but now I am suspecting this is her polite way of telling me that the stories are getting too boring to bear.