Or at least I do. Not for myself you understand, but as a responsible, or perhaps irresponsible parent.
I try to avoid grains as much as possible these days. This runs up against one problem--kids love pizza. I don't mind it a lot myself. I worked as a pizza cook in high school and ate pizza every day for a year and never got sick of it. And the only thing my kid loves more than eating pizza is making pizza. There is plenty of mess to be made what with throwing around the flour in the guise of mixing and kneading and such. Anyway, this is something I occasionally indulge in even though I try to stay more or less paleo, or at least primal, most of the time. It's a father-son project so I'm not going to sweat the occasional wheat hit.
I warned you. Die hard paleoticians avert your gaze now.
Roley and, uhm, his little brother or something. All I know for sure is that they talk and sometimes have misunderstandings with the dough. I don't know what the name of the dough is.