2 Blondes and a Ginger

2 Blondes and a Ginger

Monday, August 2, 2010


I just got back from taking Graham on his first trip to McDonald's. Some of you are probably thinking,"Disgusting...why would you let your child in that place." Others of you are probably saying, "Why have you deprived that poor kid." But it is what it is. I have no aversion to McDonald's, but I do have this fear of the playground. When I think about playgrounds, my heart starts beating faster, my forehead begins to "glisten," and I anticipate every bad thing that can happen. So what's the big deal, Jen? I'll tell you what the big deal is. I have visions of my son getting trapped in some tunnel. I have visions of me being 9 months pregnant trying to free little G and then getting trapped myself. I have visions of the fire department coming out to rescue us and having to cut through the plastic around my big belly in order to free us. That's what I think about. So I guess it's really not G's safety that I'm concerned about as much as it is my own embarrassment. But we made it. Graham couldn't even climb up to the tunnels and slides, so we're all good. No entrapment, no firefighters, no embarrassment. G loved running around and playing in the "little kids" section, so I guess I can say our first trip to McDonald's was a success! And since I don't have a picture of his first visit to Mickey D's, I thought I would leave you with a picture of his first trip to Krispy Kreme. Healthy, I know. But, it was free doughnut day. How are you going to pass that up?

1 comment:

Stacy Rinehart said...

Hey Jen, one of my favorite childhood memories involves Mickey D's. We did not have a McDonalds in our town and it was always a "big" deal to go. One day my dad doubles over on the kitchen floor and starts yelling "Help, I'm having an attack! When we rushed over to help and asked what we could do, he said, "get the car keys I am having a Big Mac attack. We were off all the way to Memphis to enjoy the McDonald's on Summer ave. So you take that sweet little boy to McD's all you want, some day he may have a great story to tell his kids. Love ya, Stacy