I don't buy a lot of fast food. It's expensive. Maybe not for one person but when feeding the entire tribe, well, it adds up fast.
It's been easily over a year since the last time I bought fast food.
I don't need to. I plan ahead on our meals
It's not healthy.
So, after I dropped the boys off to soccer, I had an hour to waste, so I decided that I would treat Lily to dinner out. I realized that my two choices were Dairy Queen or McDonalds. But after McHurling the last time I ate at McDonalds, I wasn't McWilling to go McBack. So, that left me with the good ol DQ.
We went right over and I purchased her a kids meal (hamburger, french fries and milk)
I hand her a couple of fries anticipating her
My brain is running through the possibilities. "What is wrong with her? Whose kid is this? Maybe she is really not mine. Maybe she was switched at birth. Well, she doesn't look like me at all. But, none of the kids look like me. Levi looks like me. Oh yeah, Levi's adopted. How can she not like the fries? She loves food. She can really put the food away at mealtime. After all, she has junk in the trunk. Oh, maybe she does look like me after all. This is all my fault. I should have given her fries earlier. Maybe there is a small window of fry-trying and then after that you don't want to eat them. Maybe her window is closed. How can I get my window shut?"
In the end, she just ate the hamburger. I won't be this neglectful of her life experiences again.
I really need to get her out more often. I need to make a list
Fries? sniff sniff...
Cheesecake? gasp! I'd better fix that right away.