Executive Decisions by Maxwell

We were just standing in the kitchen discussing what we should have for dinner. Max piped up, "How about pizza?" We said something along the lines of "Hmmm, pizza, maybe." As Andrew and I continued talking, Max pushed a kitchen stool up to the white board on the side of the fridge where we write meals for the week, grabbed the pen, asked "How do you spell pizza?" and then proceeded to write it into tonight's menu slot. The boy knows how to get things done around here!