Well, time to get her on pizza then. A friend of mine got his first daughter on pizza as soon as he could so that when they voted on dinner, he and she could always outvote his wife.

Shrewd! I'll remember that one.

For years, we've gotten pizza periodically, usually once a month. Usually it's a hormonal craving, right around the time when there's a ton of bitchiness, crying spells, tension, irritability, and mood swings around the house.

And oh yeah, my wife likes pizza too. <s>