Scene: our kitchen, dinner time.
Characters: me (the mother), Charles (son #1) and Max (son #2)
Charles: so, what's for supper
Charles: seriously? pizza? awesome! wait - homemade or delivery?
me: um - homemade
Charles: AWESOME! WOO!
me: really? you like my homemade pizza better than delivery?
Charles: duh - yeah! homemade pizza is WAY better than factory-produced pizza
me: uh - ok - cool
Max: pizza for supper - awesome! wait - is that - um - spinach on the pizza??
me: um - yes. is that ok?
Max: YES YES YES THAT'S AWESOME!!!! *yelling* Charles, there's spinach on the pizza!!!!
me: you little dudes are whacked. but I love ya.
Charles tells me later that everyone knows that factory pizza (he might be confusing it with factory farms, but whatev, we're going with it) has too much fat and grease, and that homemade pizza is made without so much fat and grease....and with love.