What is it with children and McDonald’s?
It’s like their Holy Grail. Those golden arches, that mesmerizing play center, those Happy Meals—they cannot get enough.
Today while babysitting my nephew his one request was to have McDonald’s for lunch, and being the cool aunt that I am, I got the boy what he wanted.
His short 6-year old legs carried him right up to the counter where he slapped some money down and said, “I want a cheeseburger. Meat, cheese, and ketchup only please.”
He loved the first cheeseburger, apples, and french fries so much that he requested a second cheeseburger. And like I said, cool aunt. So the boy got a second cheeseburger and he ate every.last.bite.
Don’t you go worrying about childhood obesity. He spent the next six hours running around the backyard with other children in the neighborhood.
I sure am grateful for this spunky little red head.
I amand this little boy keeps me on my toes but I love every second of it!