(photograph © Kiwidutch)
Our children have a very particular habit… every time they see a MacDonald’s they start making big noises about wanting to eat there. This doesn’t make sense on several levels; Firstly they know full well what their parents think of the quality of McDo… (we don’t call it “MacDon’t” for nothing! LOL)
The only time we consider eating there is when all other options look worse or, when there have been zero other food options in the vicinity (and that’s not very often, for which we are very thankful).
Secondly, on the very few occasions our offspring have eaten there they both confessed they didn’t actually like the food at all. Strangely enough the marketing seems to entrap them even though they know they don’t like the product.
Himself and I have just settled our things into the hotel for the night and Himself wants to go for a quick jog around the town and spy out what’s on offer on the take-a-way front, but a small battle of pester-power ensues because our children have spied a Mac’s just down the road.
Himself rolls his eyes as the kids plead and threaten not to eat anything else. In the end I tell him to just leave me to talk sense into the kids and once he’s out the door I give them the bad news: Papa hates the stuff and won’t be buying it so instead the fish and chips we agreed on previously will be the only thing on offer.
There are two options available and you may pick either one of them but no whining will be tolerated. Option One: eat what is set before you and say Thank you. Option Two: Go to bed hungry but do this in silence.
Both Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr. manage to squeeze in a few defiant protests and resolutions before Himself gets back. He’s carrying fish ‘n chips wrapped in paper… funny how all defiance utterly dissolved once it was unwrapped and the smell wafted out into the room. Good old fish ‘n chips, the kids didn’t stand a chance!
(photograph © Kiwidutch)
(photograph © Kiwidutch)
