McDonald's South of Weed
Still blogging about our vacation...
Shortly after the clouded view of Mt. Shasta, Sarah could no longer be contained in the car. She spotted a McDonald's sign and begged to stop.
Once inside that fast food joint (and I use the term food loosely), I turned off my Germ Alert System and allowed her to burn off some pent up energy in the Playland. Oh, I must have been desperate.
posted by J Fife @ 9:49 PM
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3 Comments:
Oh! Your behavior is so familiar.
I have this terrible phobia of those germ public fests. I am told
my phobias and nose limit the activities our family can participate in. I need to go on meds or a psych ward! REJ
I would like to brag that my child has never been to a McDonalds. Except once when he was an infant. I figure I will take him when he gets to the point where he begs to go.
As a result, I have to sneak my visits in during the day when he is at school.
I also sneak most of my junk food consumption while he's in school. It's important to model good behavior, you know.
I'm going to go and have another cupcake.
Rach
REJ - Germaphobes unite! See ya in the psych ward.
Rach - I wish I could say the same thing about Sarah and McDonald's. Her dad is responsible for introducing her to that horrible place. Yuck!
I eat my junk food on the down low too. Nearly been busted a few times. She has a keen sense of smell, kind of like REJ.
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