One of Those Days

There are days when we leave before the sun rises and return long after it sets. Those are the days when I make choices based on convenience. So, go ahead and slap on your Judgey Pants, because it's time to judge me for taking the girls to McDonald's for dinner. And by "take them to" I mean go through the drive thru and hope they're done eating by the time we pull into our next destination.

I'm not apologizing for my willingness to feed my kids fast food, by the way. I think it's pretty dumb that we judge one another for feeding our kids. Besides, have you tried McDonald's pancakes for dinner? Because that's some magical fast food right there.

Truly.

I don't know what it is about their pancakes that makes me happy, but they do. Thus, on a day when we had too many places to be, dinner became all about the pancakes. Mila, however, is never quite sure what she wants when we're drive thru dinnering. Sometimes she wants egg and cheese mcmuffins, but on this day, she was all aboard the pancake train as well. Pancakes all around!

After confirming Mila's order about 235235 times, which is essential because she WILL change her mind and then be mad you didn't guess that it was going to happen, I raised my voice to the drive thru microphone and said, "Two orders of hotcakes, please."

A garbled voice echoed the order. and we were on our way.

But as we pulled up to the first window, Mila suddenly grew angry. "I don't want hotackes!" she yelled. I mean, I had asked her if she wanted "pancakes," so I guess that's a fair annoyance. I explained that hotcakes and pancakes are the same things and WELP.

It did not improve the situation. In fact, Mila grew angrier.

"I DON'T WANT HOTCAKES!" she yelled.

OMG, WHAT DO YOU WANT. I didn't say it exactly like that, but the general idea was conveyed. 

"I WANT COLDCAKES" she yelled back. "I DON'T WANT HOTCAKES."

You know what's really super hard? Explaining to a 3-year old that "coldcakes" are just "hotcakes" after a few minutes.

Comments

[DanW]

When my daughter was 2 or 3, the only ice cream flavor she'd had was vanilla. One day we told her we were getting her ice cream and gave her a scoop of chocolate. This provoked full-on bawling and cries of "THAT NOT ICE CREAM!!!" I don't miss having toddlers, but I do miss toddler problems.