Decided to have dinner from youngest son's place of work this evening, and called in our order. And we drove in, heelers and all, to pick up the three pizzas (and use our discount). He didn't seem embarrassed to have us come in to pick up our pizzas. In an unusually good mood, in fact.

Found out why when we got home.

Boss made a point of letting us know our son had cut our pizzas. A new step in his training, apparently. They'd been waiting quite some time.

Eldest son's pizza had been neatly cut to separate all the crust from the bed of the pizza.

A neat circle all the way around.

Youngest was, of course, quite pleased with himself when he got home. Seems he learned the trick from his boss, who is more than willing to give special treatments to people she deems worthy. Or deserving.

One fellow reportedly got his pizza already cut into bitesize pieces. And the ring around the crust is apparently a standard surprise.

Sounds like a fun place to work. And nice to know they now consider us to be people who can take a joke.