My topsy-turvy life

By Rathmandu

Flat bread?

It was a pizza (and mini rolls) kind of evening.
Louisa was feeling terrible,
Aaron had stomach ache,
I just felt tired,
Owen was tearing around with enough energy for all of us.

I have no idea why he decided to pull the pizza onto the floor and stand on it, then jump on least it was still wrapped I suppose.

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