During Cara and Oliver’s pediatrician appointment, 
diet was discussed with the usual warning to not frequent fast food restaurants more than occasionally – which made my earlier proclamation of McDonald’s as a treat for Cara doing so well with her vision and hearing test seem more than just a bit ill timed.
But our pediatrician is a cool chick who has a four year old and she knows how it is. Feed them what they’ll eat and try not to feed them a lot of crap and make them move. We’re already doing a pretty good with both of those things and I have decided we deserve a gold star.[1]
After the appointment, we played hunter-gatherer at Target and it was past lunch; we were all hungry.
An old Happy Meal box was on the floor board of the back seat and Ollie started squawking about McDonald’s.
Cara: No, Ollie. Remember? Dr. Bryant said we shouldn’t eat at McDonald’s a lot.
Me: That’s right, Cara. And we had a lot of McDonald’s this week because of us traveling, didn’t we.
Cara: We did! And that’s why we should go to Burger King.
Gotta admire the logic.
- [1]Or maybe silver? I don’t look so hot in gold.↩
