Tasty Treats and McD's

Krystle dropped the kids off at school today since she was out west anyway, and even though the kids were both asleep in her car, the transfer and inevitable awakening quickly turned into, "I wanna go to McDonald's." Really? Those are the first words that your little sleepy dreamy state self has to say upon first seeing your mother's face? "I want McDonald's?" Am I really that horrible of a mom that my name is now synonymous with a creeper clown? And of course once Morgan starts, Avery follows suit, so it becomes a choral effort of persuasion, always somehow ending with, "okay."

So off we went to McDonald's. We pulled up to the one just north of our house, and Morgan piped up with, "I want to go to the one with the playground." Really? You couldn't have mentioned that earlier and I could have adjusted our route home to hit up the one on the way?! Now we have to go beyond our house and south towards Muskego. But, okay. No problem. It's not like we have anything else to do, and maybe the playground will help them run off some steam!

So we're driving, we're driving, we're driving, and we get to the Racine Ave turning lane and sit at the red light.

Morgan: I want the black and white ice cream like daddy gets for me it's white and black and has two colors and it turns...

Me: You mean swirl?

Morgan: Yeah!

Me: Well I think McDonald's only has white.

Morgan: NO! I don't want McDonald's!!!!!

Me: (OMG are you kidding me?!?!?!)

Morgan: I wanna go THAT way!

At this point the light has turned green and I'm turning left and Morgan has increased her volume exponentially.

Morgan: NOOOOOO!

Then I realize what she's talking about. In the other direction is Dairy Queen, one of Dan's favorite haunts, and he gets Morgan the vanilla/chocolate swirl ice cream there often enough that she knows where it is. So me, being the big pushover that I am, promptly turns around and goes to DQ.

Both girls got cones....

And then I heard this...

Morgan: I don't want black. I just want white.

Now it's been confirmed. She's somewhat schizophrenic-ish. Or maybe like Dory from Finding Nemo. But either way I have to remind myself that she's four and decision making isn't a top priority on her still ID driven psyche. So I count to ten and keep moving on...

The rest of the car trip is a fight for quiet, as Avery is crying because she wants her shoes off, Morgan is crying because I don't even really know why, and I'm crying because neither of them finished their ice cream cones so I wound up having to eat them. Yes, I know I could have just thrown them out of the window, but it's not good to model bad behavior and litter.

Upon arrival at McD's, you would have thought that they won the lottery! Oh the joy! The excitement! The fun! We ordered two happy meals, ran to the playroom, and had an awesome time! They both ran around like lunatics so I'm hoping that they konk out right away tonight. But they also sat at the table like good girls and ate their food, and then I got some fun pics and video of them.

Avery: Here, Mommy!

Morgan being Morgan...

Avery being Avery...

And some video:

So what was at first a nutty and wacky afternoon turned into a really great time at McD's. And one last thing - I figured that if we went there and the kids were playing that I could get some grading done. But who are we kidding?! I have way too much fun watching them! The grading never made it out of the bag!

:)