McDonalds, would you please, please, PUH-LEASE, not advertise on every blessed flat surface? My son is highly observant, he notices everything. I think he's noticed the golden arches, aka signs for the "nugget store" since he was a year old, probably before he could even TELL us that was what he was seeing and craving. This particular day, we exited off Super 7 and there, hanging quite low on the street sign, was what appeared to be a five inch by five inch sign for said outfit. In the car we have Mommy, Daddy, Elena and Spot (Liam). "Wook! Wook Mommy! Dere's a teeny widdle nugget store sign. Wet's go dat way!"
This brings up a larger issue. I fear, and I know this is usually just a threat used by mothers, Liam is going to turn into a nugget. He eats nuggets for breakfast, lunch and sometimes dinner. It's embarrassing. I love to cook. I love to cook a variety of things. I love to eat. I love to eat a variety of things. Liam does not.
Friday, October 02, 2009
SEPTEMBER 12: Nugget Store
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4 comments:
You and I have the same son. Except mine says "chickens? bench bies?" and claps excitedly every time we drive by. Which happens to be every single day while taking Emma to school. Completely unavoidable.
All Alex eats is nuggets (and they have to be shaped the correct way as I have tried making my own :(
and cous cous. Seriously a sad state of affairs.
why is there a number instead of my name? crazy
LOL it is me, Amy
Cate calls it the hungry house. lol
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