Last night, there was a Pizza Party. Lots of people were invited! Everyone was sampling, I honestly don’t know why I ended up in time out. I was just doing the same thing, plus I was just eating mom’s portion since she doesn’t eat Pizza. Ok, I admit, I get a little upset if Hobbes gets near any food, but he should know by now. This is my house, and all food is mine. It’s as simple as that. It’s Hobbes’s fault I am in here. At least Myles understands me.