I took my little grandson to McDonald's for supper the other day. Yes I know, horrible Nana, feeding him that nasty stuff made up to look like real food in appealing colors and shapes. My saving grace however is he never eats that much of anything-it's more to address his instantaneous need for something to fill his tiny little belly after a hard day at the salt mines of daycare.
We call it "his work". He has a long day of greeting staff, being helpful with minor disputes, leading or directing the other children in some type of rebellious act or hazardous adventure before the caretakers catch on and spoil the fun, By evening he is ready for some serious chill time and a "snack". Consequently I am convinced he will not eat enough of that McD's to actually harm his growing body.
At any rate he is meticulous at carefully pouring his fries into the other side of the nuggets box. Why, even his Mother does not know, but he is neat about it. He eats the equivalent of one quarter of one tiny nugget and 3 french fries and then heads to the play area. I don't know why I bother to bring the left-over remnants home. I am the shoeless grandparent who hovers anxiously in the background as he climbs on anything he can in the play area hoping to avert disaster or having to make that phone call to the parents from the local urgent care. All the while trying not to stifle his natural curiosity and acrobatic attempts on the equipment. Papa keeps his shoes on as Joe has a tendency to make a break for the dining room when he gets bored.
Well on this episode, Joe took off running and was around the tables and up to the counter before Papa got moving to catch him. He found Joe calmly ordering a "cupcake" (muffin) when they asked him what he wanted. I will always wonder if they would have filled his request to have it "his way" without money but now I will never know. Just another day in the life of an almost 3 year old as you know "you gotta love the baby"!
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