The plan sounded so perfect. Buy eight popular frozen cheese pizzas. Bring them to my nephews’ house. Have them taste-test the pizza with me. Write down the cute, poignant, and sometimes deep things they said as they thoughtfully ranked them. Learn a little about ourselves and frozen pizza. Go home and sleep deeply.
It didn’t exactly work like that. My nephews are 10, 8, and 3. For the purposes of this taste-test (and because their future selves likely don’t want their names exclusively associated with frozen pizzas on the Internet), I shall call them J., C., and Spiderman, respectively.