This morning, after hitting Dutch Bros. Coffee for our regular (medium black and a not-so-hot chocolate with whipped cream), Aurora and I were at a stop light when she asked, "Mom, what's that one place that starts with an M?"
I heave a little sigh, because we've played this game before, and if I don't get it right immediately we can quickly degenerate into frustration (mine at her less than helpful clues and hers at my idiocy).
"The place with the M...." My mind tries filing quickly through every place I've taken her. No, not a Chinese restaurant, maybe a town, some place in Boise, or nearby?
"Flying M? Messenger?"
Her eye roll is obligatory with the exasperation in her tone, "No, Mom. THAT Place, right THERE!"
She is pointing across the street to glowing golden arches.
I stutter, "Th-that Place?! You're sure? McDonald's?"
"Yeah! McDonald's!"
And my inner self does a triumphant yawlp that MY daughter does not know That name, but I don't release it because I'm terrified she'll follow with the dread question: can we go there?
Instead, she says softly, "Their food is gross."
WINNING!
2 comments:
Well points to you on that one!!! It was never a problem for me as our town is so small that we don't have any Fast Food outlets. I think the only time they have McDonalds now they have left home is when they are travelling as they are the only places open late at night and the morning after a 'big' night. For some reason McDonalds helps a hangover?
Good girls!xxx
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