Tuesday night we had Pizza Hutt for dinner (sodium laden shite that it is).
Phoebe (child no 3) is gluten free due to being labelled gluten sensitive 2 and a half years ago.
She refuses to eat anything with gluten in it. Which is good.
I couldn't be arsed driving the 35 minutes into Christchurch to get a gluten free Pizza for her from Hell Pizza, soooooo ....
I got her a little Pizza Hutt pizza and told her it was gluten free.
I know, I am a terrible mother.