Driving pretty much anywhere these days means passing by at least one McDonald’s. Driving anywhere with kids when passing a McDonald’s means begging. Kids seem to know those golden arches from afar and even if they don’t really like the food, they still want to go there.
“Mommy, can we go to McDonald’s?” Daniel asked me yesterday as I drove them from daycare to Grandma’s house.
“No buddy, we’re not going to McDonald’s.” I told him, as I do pretty much every day.
“Can I go to pretend McDonald’s?”
“Sure. Where is pretend McDonald’s?” I asked him, stifling my laughter.
“Um…I don’t know. Can I go there?”
“Yeah, you can go to pretend McDonald’s. Maybe it can be at Grandma’s house.”
“Can we have real chippies with dinner?” He asked me sweetly. “Please?”
“No buddy, we’re not having chips with dinner.” I told him.
“Oh, this is im-possum-ble.” He said with a sigh
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