A few minutes after we checked into our hotel room for the night, Gideon claimed one of the two beds and happily fell asleep. So, he was quite confused the next day in the car when I was talking to Andrea about where to go for lunch.

“We could get the kids pizza,” I suggested quietly in the front seat.

“No,” Andrea said. “They had pizza last night, we should do something different today.”

I cautiously turned to look at Gideon who was staring strangely out the window.

“Uh oh…” I mumbled to Andrea.

“Wait a second…” he said slowly, tilting his head in our direction. “We not have pizza yesterday.”

“Whoops…” Andrea said to herself.

I cleared my throat and tried to avoid this confrontation. “Hey girls,” I called into the backseat. “What do you want for lunch, maybe Chinese food or something?”

“Dad? Dad!” Gideon was waving his hands trying to get my attention, but I pretended not to notice.

“Tacos?” I said hopefully.

“No,” Lydia said from the backseat. “I want pineapple pizza again, like last night. That was soooo good.”

Gideon’s eyes got bigger under his furrowed eyebrows, “But we not HAVE pineapple pizza yesterday,” he glanced frantically between his sisters and his parents. “When we have pizza yesterday?”

I glared at Lydia who just licked her lips and rubbed her hands together like a hungry squirrel.

Clara sighed. “Gideon, we had pizza in our hotel room last night. You were asleep, so we ate it without you,” she explained plainly.

I held my breath while Gideon processed this information, but after several seconds of contemplation, he suddenly erupted in laughter. “What? No. There was no pizza in our hotel room. Me looked when we go there. It was just a room!” He laughed. We laughed. “There was no pizza there. You guys are funny!” His mother and I laughed and laughed and slapped our legs and laughed, giving Clara a hard stare in the rearview mirror.

She simply shrugged and went back to looking out the window. Lydia licked her lips again fondly remembering our delicious family secrets.