Glory

There is a food that Julie has rejected since its invention, a food that I have pushed and pushed for her to embrace, Super Bowl after Super Bowl, with no luck.

Totino's Pizza Rolls. Morsels of heaven, at least if heaven is cheesy and processed, which I sincerely hope it's not, but you get the picture.

Last night when I approached her with my white apron and waiter's notebook for her snack request, she said, "We don't have any more pizza rolls, do we?"

I stayed cool because too much outward glee might have sent the craving back into the depths. I simply said, "Okay honey," while my heart pounded.

As I tiptoed away, she said, "Actually, I want a hot ham and cheese with curly fries from Arby's."

Despair.

But then: "Tomorrow I want pizza rolls."

My little Julie is becoming more awesome. Is it too much to hope that next she'll stop hating Chipotle?