What worse place to satisfy my midday craving, but McDonalds, and a Happy Meal.
I know their meat is well, meat-ish, meat-looking, not so much meat.
Even the Hotel for Dogs toy doesn't make it any better.
We drove out of the drive through and K says to me (as she does on occasion)...
K--Mommy's what's that place?
K--No, that toy place?
Me--Oh that's a GERM place.
Me--Yeah, yuck P.U.
K--Oh. Me go there?
K--Okay, no juhrms.
K's never been inside.
Her immune system thanks me.
At least it doesn't have a ball pit, but ew.
Last time I remember frequenting Germland, I seem to recall a stench about the room.
Something half-cleaning solvent, half-stinky feet.
Yum, just where I want to eat lunch.
Yes, I'm that mom who shelters her kids THAT much.
I remember when DQ was younger, every time we went to the local park, she'd leave with a stomach virus. I think they grow them on the swings there.
I hate getting sick, and I hate when the kids are sick even more.
But dang those fries must have crack in them....salty goodness.
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