cold cut

nephew walks over to the dining area... nephew: 'do you have sweets?' me: 'there's pizza... but it's not sweet...' nephew: 'where?' me: 'on that big plate...' he raises the cover... nephew: 'can i have this?' me: 'of course!' i walk over to the toaster... me: 'heat it...' whoa! too late! he's already three-fourths through the slice and about ready to go home... : O boys... : }