I wish all it too to brighten my day was a Chicken McNugget from Mickey D's. Seriously. We took Kyan to get some lunch today so my Mom and sister could see him (egads they haven't seen him in almost a week! j/k. LOVE YOU!) and we thought for a change we'd see if he'd eat a cheeseburger. I even told them "with ketchup" as an incentive for him to wolf it down because he would pretty much eat tree bark if it was slathered in ketchupy goodness. No deal. He proceeded to tear the table up almost to get to my "McNuggies". The delight in his face was unreal when I said, "Okay. You can have one!" and he quickly started to scarf almost my entire 10 piece (I'm not a hog, I just anticipated that he'd not eat the burger and want the nuggets so instead of purchasing myself some and then going back up to get him some while my fries got cold and disgusting I just told them to lay the big boy on me.) Why is someone almost elated to the point of peeing their pants (and who know! He could've! He's in diapers! How would we know the point of peeing?!) over some deep fried artery cloggers?! Yes he's excited about the fries and the paper buckets for the ketchup to dunk, and even the milk shakes, but the nuggets are like heroin to the poor kid. It's not like we go there alot either! My Mom takes him maybe once every two months or so and we never eat there as a family because Jared swears up and down they used sausage patties on his Big Mac once and he will no longer eat there. But wouldn't it be great if you had something that made you that happy (well... I do almost orgasm when Jared offers for us to eat at Long John Silvers. He's not a big fan but I am almost obsessed!), something so simple? |
