Unprofessional Parenting

I visited our local pizza chain restaurant recently with my father-in-law and my son (2 years, 3 months old). My father-in-law wanted to order my son his own mini pizza so after we ordered I asked the cashier for a personal sized veggie pizza for my son.

“What do you want on that?” she asked. I was a little surprised by the question (my brain had already moved on to a new subject so it took me a minute to backtrack).

“Oh, umm just a vegetarian is fine,” I responded.

“With what?”

At this point I was a little confused - I had just ordered myself a veggie pizza as well and didn’t meet with this line of questioning so I wasn’t sure why she seemed to be difficult about it now. “The same thing you put on my veggie pizza, I guess” was about all I could come up with.

Her response was even weirder. “He won’t eat all that” she said, pointing to my son. “Do you want olives?”

Now I was even more confused - did she just tell me what my son wouldn’t eat? I decided to go the path of least resistance and just get the ordering over with. “How about olives, tomatoes, bell peppers, and onions?”

“I doubt he’ll eat bell peppers . . . or onions” she replied.

I’ll spare the rest of the play-by-play but we seemed to go back and forth like this for a while. By the end I was less confused but more obviously annoyed. What in the world would posses this woman (who looked all of 18 years old) to argue with me about what my son would eat? And who is she representing in this argument anyway? Is she a voice for my son or just someone bent on testing the limits of my sanity?

Ugg. By the end of it I finally got the pizza but seriously, what was the point of all that?

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