Every time I roll by the freezer section of the grocery store with my two-year-old daughter, I know exactly when she’ll start making demands: when we pass the pizza. It’s her favorite food. Even seeing a neighbor’s discarded Little Caesar’s box in a pile of recycling makes her want some. But if I want to treat her to a piece of clothing decorated with a slice, I’ll have to go to the boys' department, where another one of her cherished dishes, macaroni and cheese, has been labeled more fit...


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