A Happy Friday

When I was five-years-old, I attended First Presbyterian Dayschool, which I will always think of as one of the happiest years of my life. My kindergarten teacher was Miss Audrey, and she wore hippie vests and wooden bead necklaces and played "You Can't Get to Heaven on Roller Skates" for us on her guitar. She taught me how to tell time on a clock, how to properly tie my shoes, and how to read a little. She gave us all silly nicknames. Mine was "Smiley" because I rarely stopped smiling that year.

Fridays were only half-days, and my mom and I would treat ourselves to McDonald's on most of these afternoons. I always ordered the same thing: a hamburger Happy Meal with an orange drink. I remember telling my mother that I wish the whole world smelled like McDonald's and that when I grow up I'll eat a Happy Meal every day.

This was always such a nice little lunch date for us. I got to eat greasy fries that came in a fun little box with a plastic toy, and my mom was able to spend just a little more alone time with me before her youngest of four started public elementary school the following year.

The Friday before Thanksgiving I was trying to do just that -- squeeze in a little more time with Mimi and Mack before I started back to work. I put all laundry and packing for our trip home aside and spent most of the morning reading We're Going on a Bearhunt and watching Yo Gabba Gabba. We stayed at the park until my arms were about to fall off from pushing Mimi in the swing. When I told her we needed to go home to get lunch, she looked up at me and said, "Hey Mommy. I got an idea. Let's eat Fwench Fwies!"

Oh my, she did have a great idea. Since we were leaving town the next day our kitchen was completely empty of food, so grabbing some McDonald's was a great option.

Oh, I can see some of you granola-head mommies shaking your heads at my joy of feeding my two-year-old fast food. Shake all you want, but you should see how stinking excited she gets over this little red box.



While I was a hamburger girl, Mimi adores the "chicky nuggets." Other than bacon, this is some of the only meat she will eat. Bacon and chicken nuggets . . . yum yum. She's also a really big fan of the "choc-o-lit" milk.


And just what do you do to recycle that fun little box when you're finished eating? Why turn it into a fun house for your Little People. Just see how happy Noah and Mr. Policeman are. And if Mimi gets a fun box, then I guess I should get one, too! We had dinner with a couple in Chicago several weeks ago, and the girl hesitantly told me she worked for the McDonald's corporate office. I told her to not be ashamed because I am a BIG fan of the Big Mac. She tried to tell me about the new Big Mac wrap, and I told her no way. I must have the sesame seed bun.
So as you can tell, I'm a little behind on posts and will try to update you on my crazy life over this weekend. We went home for Thanksgiving -- I have cute photos, don't you worry -- have gotten our first snow, and I started back to work. Things are nuts (but in a good way), and I'll let you in on it all soon.