Friday, August 29, 2008
"CoDonald's"
Two mornings in a row (before 8 a.m.) Tukes requested, "Fwench fwies, hamborga, CoDonald's" as we drove past the golden arches on our way home from taking Boo to school. Earlier this week the pediatrician reported that Tukes lost between 2 and 3 pounds from being so ill. (That much weight off of a thirty pound toddler is too much for my liking!) Watching his little round pot belly disappear this week made me sad so I was more than willing to oblige on the second day of his request.
We ordered at the drive-thru. It took a few minutes because... who orders a hamburger (plain, please) and French fries at 10 a.m.? Then we toted it home, spread our picnic blanket on the floor in the study, and shared everything, even a homemade milkshake. I found myself saying, "Eat your hamburger and fries. It's good for you." Hah! Funny how easy it is to willingly forget the evils of fast food when you're ready to see your little one smiling and feeling good again.
"Very tasty," he happily proclaimed upon finishing our impromptu indoor picnic. I was just happy to see him smiling and eating again.