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Wacky Wednesday – Those Golden Arches

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, some Wednesdays I will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

I’m That Mom who has never let her daughter eat McDonald’s*. To be fair, she had never asked. I love love love me some delicious salty freshly made McDonald’s fries. They seriously are my comfort food, but I indulge only a few times a year at this point. Even with the stomach issues chemo unleashed (and those delicious fries were legitimately the only thing that fixed it) I resisted sending That Guy out to the “good one” until the situation was dire. Point being, I never wanted That Little Girl (since she was the only girl I had at the time) having such an emotional and physical comfort in such an unhealthy food, or something like that. Plus, it helps that she doesn’t like hamburgers, chicken nuggets, or, usually, french fries. It is not like my great resolution made before I even became pregnant had ever been challenged. Until it was.

*Disclaimer: That Little Girl did once have a few sips of a Shamrock Shake, but let’s be honest, that is totally not the same thing as eating there.

That Little Girl is not a stranger to counter service restaurants, so fast food type situations are not a foreign concept or considered contraband. She has been to Zoup, Panera, Saladworks, Chipotle, local burrito places, pizza shops, and I am sure plenty of other places. We have just somehow managed to dodge any requests for the big fast food restaurants I remember from my childhood. If I let her live on fruit, she likely would take me up on it.

So you can imagine my surprise when one day we were just driving by and That Little Girl pipes up from the back seat, “Hey, what is that place with the big yellow? The big M over there? What is that place?” Of course, my mom laughed and gave me a sly glance. Kid couldn’t even see a Playland so I was seriously like, “What?” So I said, “Well, it’s a restaurant.” She responds with, “Do they have french fries there?”  Ha! So I was honest, of course, and said, “Yes.” “Can I go there and eat sometime?” “Maybe, but I don’t think they have anything you like.” “Ok, let’s go sometime.”

So there you go. Another pre-kid declaration made by some silly mom-to-be will be null and void at some point. It won’t be the first, and I am sure it will not be the last. Just once I will let her go. Then she won’t want to ever go back, right? She must be strong and resist that big yellow M.

 

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  1. Sometimes when driving close by a big yellow M place, I hear the funniest things from my back seat. I remember once: “I know why mommy has never taken us to that Old MacDonald’s place ever”. “I bet they play Old MacDonald had a Farm really loud the whole time”. “No, my friend says everything costs a dollar just like the dollar store but with food”. “I don’t think they have lobster for a dollar, maybe 5 dollars” :-D.
    They crack me up, “Maybe one day, guys”, maybe one day. I’m with you. Hoping when the day comes they can resist those fries!

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  2. I’m sure she’s going to hit up some not-so-healthy places once she’s old enough to drive and have friends to take her to more of these places. I hadn’t ever eaten KFC…until That Guy worked there while we were in high school. He really hooked us up with popcorn chicken one time too!

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    • I’ve only had KFC two times! Ever! Once as a kid I begged to go and then once with That Guy. She might, and if that’s the worst she does under peer pressure I’m fine with it!

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