When the Moon Hits Your Eye Like a Big Pizza Pie, That's...Amore?

Last night we had pizza.
Set the oven to 400 degrees and the timer for 20 minutes. By the time the home-teachers left, the pizza was done. Everyone scattered about their business, but Brett and i remained in the kitchen. I had hardly eaten, and this was the second part of our meal (First part was breaded fish.... Hey it's the week of Thanksgiving, we can be lazy). I stood watching him pull out the pizza slicer, then proceed to cut the pizza. First in half, and then in half the other way. And there, i looked at four large pieces of pizza, but alas, there were five of us. My stomach grumbled and i voiced my distress,

                                     "Too bad there aren't just four of us.."

Brett turned to me, wielding the slicer, and spoke:

                                     " There could be..."


What a creep.