it's funny and a health violation.

So this is kind of like our other "goldbug" posts except you aren't trying to find Jack - which means it can't be nearly as fun (or beautiful) because that cat is an angel face. I'm just trying to be honest; that cat is the love of my life.

IRregardless, let's play a little Goldbug (sans Jackie Cat). You remember Goldbug from Richard Scarry - you know what you need to do. If you don't, then I weep openly for your childhood. It must have sucked.

 Ok, actually, this is more of a mash-up (GLEE shout out) of Goldbug and "one of these things just doesn't belong here." Go Big Bird, go.

 What you are about to see is a picture I took at a pizza place in a small town (real small - like, roughly, 893 people according to their 2010 census - oh hey hey wikipedia) a few weekends ago. This picture is of the kitchen area/ordering area.

 And go.

Did you find Goldbug?

Let me give you a hint:

She's in a Bumbo because there is a freaking baby on the counter of the kitchen.

I lost my mind when I saw this.
Not because of how unsanitary this is, but because of how awesome this is. This is when you know you are in a small town: when there's a BABY on the counter. And not just on the counter, actually behind the counter, on a bumbo, next to the pizza toppings and the oven. I mean maybe what I find most offensive is that the child is in a Bumbo, which are now supposably unsafe according to Yahoo! headlines.

But anywhoo, I heart small towns and this is exactly why.

This pizza place was packed (like population of the town inside the restaurant). It's an awesome place and it's super popular in Eastern Washington and NO ONE else in the place seemed to even notice that the kitchen staff was also running a day care. It was all Barney and Friends back there and apparently, I was the only one who cared.

Oh and also, this wasn't just like a quick little "oh gotta set my baby down next to the olives for like .5 seconds, then I'm out."


We played with the baby.

We took dinner orders over the phone with the baby on our hip. This felt very barefoot in the kitchen pregnant to me.

I can't make this up people.

Literally, made my evening.

This was my "Sweet Home Alabama" moment. You have a baby in a bar? Well, we have a baby in a pizza kitchen.

Also, you'll notice I never said which restaurant this was. I thought this was awesome and I don't want them to get in trouble and frankly, I don't know some of you. Maybe you're a health inspector. Maybe you're a pizza place enforcer. I dunno. But my lips are sealed.


  1. I don't care if someone DELIVERS a baby in there - it's still the best damn pizza over there. That is a FACT.

  2. I enjoy the sign above the baby "It takes a village to raise a pizza" AND it takes a pizza kitchen to raise a baby!


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