Say Hello to my Little Friend...

That, my friends, is my little friend. What is it, you ask? It's a pizza cutter. A plastic-thrown-from-a-parade-float pizza cutter. I love it. I take it with me everywhere.

Why do I enjoy my pizza cutter so much? Let me explain; when Pi was 7 moths old, she decided that she wanted to only eat big people food. Little chunks of big people food. Do you know how hard it is to cut up a grilled cheese sandwich with a knife into little tiny chunks? Trust me, it's tedious and takes forever.

Enter my plastic pizza cutter.

I used to use this pizza cutter made by Pampered Chef... ... but it does not travel well in my diaper bag. Each time I would reach into the diaper bag to grab a diaper or wipes, I was afraid I would cut my finger off. I still use my Pampered Chef pizza cutter at home but my free-thrown-from-a-parade-float-plastic cutter sits in my diaper bag and I don't have to worry about a severed limb while trying to change a diaper.