posted by Matt W on June 3rd, 2015

Seventeen years ago,I took the kids to Dominos to pick up a pizza. I was mostly just trying to get them out of my wife’s hair as she prepared for the company that was coming over. As my boys were hyped up, taking them to Dominos was mostly an exercise in herding them and the pizza through the parking lot. I put a pizza on the roof of my car and ran back into the Domino’s to get the drinks I left on the counter. I jumped back into the car with the drinks; made sure everyone was buckled up and drove away with the pizza still perched precariously on the roof. Needless to say, it did not survive the drive home. To this day, my kids remind me of this whenever I accuse them of forgetting something “Well at least I didn’t leave the pizza on the roof of the car and drive AWAY!”  My children are 21, 18 and 13, or to further clarify four, one, and my youngest wasn’t even born at the time of the pizza blunder.

To contrast, my earliest childhood memory is of Neill Armstrong stepping out of the Lunar Module and walking on the moon. I remember distinctly, I watched it on a 13” black & white TV in my grandparent’s house. While not nearly as significant in the course of humankind as the Great Pizza Tragedy, it does stand out clearly in my mind. I was five years-old. Even considering the magnitude of the two different occurrences, my daughter who was negative-four at the time, swears she has a much clearer picture of the pizza falling off the car than I do of ”One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”.

What is it about kids remembering every mistake we as parents made over the course of our limited time together? Why not remember the time I spent 4 hours one night rebuilding the K-nex roller coaster the dog knocked over. What about finding the retainer in the bottom of the Seattle Aquarium garbage can, or for that matter the 358 times the pizza has made it home safely.


It’s not like I threw away a mint condition Fred Biletnikoff football trading card (my favorite player) on accident like my mom did when I was six years-old.


Reposted from July 29th, 2011.

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