My Secret Fast Food Life
My son and I like McDonald's. My husband eats it once a year.
I love McDonald's. My husband, not so much.
So when my husband is out of town my son and I can often be found in the drive-thru of the McDonald's on Olive Blvd. I try to be good, getting him apples and milk with his nugget happy meal.
Recently, when we picked daddy up at the airport, my son did the unthinkable. He spilled the beans on our little excursions. "Chicken McNuggets" he kept saying loudly from the back seat. My husband was trying to decipher what our two-year-old was saying. I was trying to prompt our toddler away from the Golden Arch's conversation. But finally my husband got it.
"Is he saying Chicken McNuggets," he asked. Sheepishly I admitted we'd been there once, maybe twice. I left out the "maybe more" part.
I had actually promised our son we'd stop at McDonald's on the way home from the airport. When we pulled into McDonald's, he immediately started clapping. "Yeah! Yeah!" he cheered from the back seat.
"How often do you come here," my husband asked. "Oh, on the rare occasion," I said.
Well, that was blown to smithereens when we got to the drive-thru window.
"Hi, Hi, Hi," our son was happily screaming to the cashier. I was waiting for him to call her by name.
It gets worse.
When I handed my son his happy meal he said, "and the milk," Oh no! My son knows the fast food routine and is dropping dime on us. We're busted. My husband snorted and suggested we try a healthier option once in a while.
Do you feed your child fast food restaurant?
Tell us in the comments.
Jeffrey Pomranka
10:28 am on Saturday, January 29, 2011
That's funny! I have to say my girls are a bit different about McDonald's. They both hate it! (Although my oldest does enjoy the occasional order of fries.) So my wife has to sneak it while she is at work. She just has to remember to eliminate all the evidence and not leave a stray cup in her car. Otherwise the girls get all over her.
Jeff Brandt
11:21 am on Saturday, January 29, 2011
Funny stuff!
Fritz Faerber
7:38 am on Sunday, January 30, 2011
Very clever and well-written. We enjoyed the article. And the hidden truth between parents. Fear not, we all have skeletons in the closet, some in the shape of McDonalds, others in the shape of heels and purses!
Keep up the interesting stories.
FGF/JSK
Enoc Lopez
9:11 am on Wednesday, February 2, 2011
After college, my wife our young son and I moved to Colombia where we lived for over five years. In Colombia, our second child, a little girl was borne, as a young couple we wanted our parents name to be given to our siblings so, we decided to name our daughter Myra, after her mother and grand mother, Beatriz after my mother and Brittamar just because we like it. Every couple of years, we used to bring our kids to Disney but, part of the trip was to go to MacDonald’s and actually have the feelings of being back in the States, this was so ingrained into our daughter that I remember of many birthdays at MacDonald’s with our daughter Britt, we call her Britt, so in a way we are to blame for our daughter's secret fast food craving
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Myra Lopez
10:32 am on Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Hi Dad, thanks for the comment. So, yes you and mom are to blame for my love of McDonald's. I remember landing in he U.S., leaving the airport and immediately hitting McDonald's. And of course, I always got a special order. Back in the day, for some reason a hamburger with ketchup and onions only was 'special.'
Jean Parker
11:21 am on Wednesday, February 2, 2011
How funny! I am Myra "Britt's" mom and she and her Dad are both correct. We would land in Miami at 8:00 at night. The first thing we would do is catch a taxi to the nearest McDonald's, hoping we would arrive there before it closed, and just sink our teeth into the most delicious burgers and fries...along with a decadent milkshake. Once we had accomplished this deed, we knew we were back in the good old USA!! Odd what one misses when one lives abroad? Yes, Britt...Mom and Dad are definitely to blame...
Michele Wynn
9:43 am on Thursday, February 3, 2011
Hey Myra, I have a secret like that too. Or should I say my 17 year old does. Being that I live right off 82nd Street and those golden arches are right there on Olive where do you think Staci hangs out mostly? I'm fairly certain that McD's gets the bulk of her "lunch money" daily because I always see empty bags in her car.