Matthew decided he rather enjoyed wearing his Happy Meal container. The other kids followed suit, of course.Why, you may ask, am I feeding my children such highly nutritious food substances? Because I am vicariously living my childhood through them! (also they had them on sale for $1.49). If I recall, we maybe went to Mcdonalds twice during my childhood. Terrible, I know. I distinctly remember begging my parents for a Happy Meal. But, oh no, they were too expensive. Each child was awarded one plain hamburger, or maybe we had to share one, that sounds better. No drinks, no fries, no toy. How could they? The same thing happened when we would beg for an ice cream cone, my dad would go on and on and explain to us how we could buy a whole gallon of ice cream at the grocery store, instead of buying the delicious soft serve cones at the fast food joint. So, now that I am an adult (at least by age) I find myself giving the same spiel to my kids. It is a vicious cycle. At least I relent on occasion and indulge my Happy meal craving children.
No comments:
Post a Comment