The kid was about six, I'd say. As I approached the house, he dropped the ball he'd been playing with and scampered over to me. This isn't surprising -- kids always race up to me. I am carrying pizza, after all.
"Are you the pizza man?" he said.
"Yes," I told him.
He looked up at me with his huge, brown eyes and said, in a voice clear and innocent, "Why?"
I still don't have an answer.
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