Mickey D's

On Friday afternoon the boys and I ran some errands. On the way home we passed approximately 3 McDonald's. Everytime we saw one Grant gasped and pointed, "Donald's! I eat Donald's!" Each time, I told him we were going to eat at home. After the last sighting he started crying and whining, "I eat Donald's....I eat Donald's..." I mean, did he know it was his last chance when we passed the one closest to our house? I pulled into the driveway and let him out of his car seat. He started sprinting into the cul-de-sac toward the stop sign screaming, "I eat Donald's!!!!" Did he really think he was going to run all the way there? Don't worry. Max went and tackled him in the middle of the street which gave me time to catch up with him. The next morning he woke up saying, "I play Donald's." I thought, oh great, here we go again.... but fortunately he just wanted to play with his McDonald's food. Little G has it bad for the golden arches.