Weight watchers

Last night, my husband made homemade pizza. It is the best. He's only gotten better over time.
Because I'm on the WW diet, I can only stare and drool. I stare for roughly five minutes with that delishiousness whafting up my nose and through my body and I can't take it. I start whining.
Me: "That smells so good! I can't stand diets when you do the cooking!"
My son: "Well, you can't have any. You have to count your points."
He's only 3! He shouldn't know this stuff by heart. Or maybe it is I that is talking about it too much. Doh!