Okay I am not above taking my boys out for a little Micky D's. I know, I know evil fast food. High calorie, high sodium, high sugar, low nutrients and cheapo toys. Easy, fast, happy kids. I don't do it often. In fact it is so infrequent that my boys truly get excited about it.
I went tonight. The husband is out of town on business travel (staying at the W Hotel in NYC, oh poor baby). I was exhausted, this literal pain in my neck that two deep tissue massages and about a million Tylenol tablets have not cured, has left me drained. Sure I could have popped in a frozen pizza, that would have been easy enough, but then it would have left me with all kinds of time to entertain my energizer bunnies, and I had an errand to run at Walgreen's anyway, which just happens to be two blocks from the Golden Arches. As soon as the word McDonald's was out of my mouth I had two little boys who acted like they had just won the lottery. "Can I have chocolate milk Mommy?" "Do we get a prize?" Yes, Yes, put on your shoes and let's hit it.
So off we went. I ordered two happy meals and one Southwest Chicken Salad with grilled chicken and ranch dressing. We sat down and the boys immediately searched their meals for the "prize". The much anticipated goody was a cheap plastic Ronald McDonald cell phone that perhaps a 13 month old who is too young for french fries would have enjoyed. The boys didn't seem to notice. I went to dig into my salad, and noticed that it was served with "crispy" chicken instead of grilled, I am guessing they don't receive too many requests for the healthy variety. The boys ate their burgers and fries and chattered away with a six year old kid in the booth next to him. This child was clearly a regular. In fact he had his books and toys spread out in front of him like he was settling in for the long haul. Mom and dad had two Big Mac's and a large order of fries each and the figure to match it. I know I sound judgemental, but it made me a little sad. The fast food culture in full color. That boy doesn't stand a chance.
After we finished, Zachary looked at me and said in a most sincere voice "That was so much fun mommy! Thank you for taking us to McDonald's! It's my favorite restaurant!" But did I get a thank you last night when I served up homemade spaghetti and meatballs? Heck no. I got two untouched plates of food. Maybe I should start serving dinner with a crappy plastic toy and a fountain drink. I think I'm on to something....