I walked into the kitchen area at my office a few days ago and found this abandoned Pizza Hut box covered with tips to help families start dinner conversations. Hey, parents, at a loss for how to talk to your child while eating this slab of grease? Here’s a neat idea! Ask him what his favorite color is!
Jesus H. Christ on a unicycle. If your relationship is so tenuous that you can't talk to your kid without help from a Pizza Hut box, your whole relationship is in serious trouble. You done fucked it up already.
And you have crappy taste in pizza.