Jamie has a wonderfully quirky way of looking at the world and finds interesting material everywhere. Yesterday after school I took the boys to Chik-Fil-A. Now, for some time CFA has been a bit of a dirty word for the boys because they understand it as the alternative to McDonald's that their annoying parents try to push on them. But lately, both of the boys have had to admit that they don't really like McDonald's very much and there hasn't been a Happy Meal theme that's excited them much in a while. Then suddenly last week Jamie said that he was desperate to have a Chik-Fil-A "hamburger,"by which he means chicken sandwich. Seems they sell them in the school store after school and on his way to magnet he smells them.
So we went and Jamie indeed scarfed down his "hamburger" enthusiastically. Connor also got one and did reasonably well after inspecting it closely for any signs of residue from the pickles that had so cruelly been placed on it.
As we're sitting there eating a toddler went by in a white tank-top. Jamie giggled and said, "That's a good idea. People should always put babies in those basketball shirts because they have chubby arms and it makes them look tough." What a good parent he will be someday.
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