Un kilomètre à pied

ça use, ça use... 

Finnzy-Bob, showing signs of extreme exhaustion. 
In fairness, we did walk quite a lot. 
From home to "downtown" Dun Laoghaire, Gamestop, the library, Teddy's, the shortcut back home that ended up being a detour (Dad is a big eedjit). 

So, he was understandably tired. 

But not hungry to the point of eating some of Dad's homemade pizza. 

Oh no. 

Its delicious fresh bread crunchiness and mozzarella moltenness and pepperoni crispiness could not sway him. 
He has no problem with the individual ingredients on their own. 
It's just the assembled product that he cannot stomach.

The poor darling.