they met one kismet afternoon when i turned on the food network to pass the time. hugh watched, spellbound, for a few minutes. then he turned to me, put his hand on my shoulder and said "mama, who is that woman". the rest is history.
a few days later after lunch hugh is playing with his play-doh and informed me that he had made a pizza "for giada". so we go downstairs, turn on the tv and tuned in. once giada was on hugh holds the "pizza" up to the tv: "eat giada!"
