“Pizza” That’s not the first word you’d expect a baby to utter. Clearly I wasn’t normal. I imagine most babies (as with my older and younger sisters) said something along the lines of “mummy” or “daddy”. Being raised in a household that was up the road from the local pizza shop, my parents recalled how entranced I became in the backseat of the car, each and every time we drove past it. The big illuminated neon light with the word “PIZZA” clearly had an aura or near spell-like affect on me.