Saturday, September 5, 2009
Last night my mother in law took us out to McDonald's. She gets the occasional burger urge, it seems. I don't really like my kids going to McDonald's. Olivia was pretty old before she went. Four or so, though she did tell Axel she'd gone with her Granny and had 'chicken nuggets and Irish milk' - she subsequently retracted that statement so who knows if it was fancy, or Granny intimidating her before she could give a statement in court...
Afterwards, when I had cruelly denied my poor MIL a sundae on the grounds of my children's lactose intolerance, Olivia wanted to have a play on the statue outside. She insisted on getting up on the top bit, and standing up. Bodhi zoomed around it on all fours while I whizzed around after him, clutching his cardy. Olivia also insisted on standing up and when I protested, she told me I worry about my children too much and that I should save it for serious things. A lesson for all, I suppose.
Isn't our McD's great? It was a town hall once. Can you say McTudor?