I like to take Belle to McDonald's on Sunday afternoons so I can connect with a girlfriend who lives nearby while Belle plays. I usually buy myself a large coffee and smuggle in snacks from home for Belle. Last Sunday, with snacks hidden on my person, I treated Belle to a McDonald's ice cream cone. I bought myself a [tasty, peppery] McChicken sandwich. Belle ate a tiny bite of sandwich and appeared to enjoy it, which prompted me to buy another sandwich. Belle threw that second sandwich to the ground, of course. I quickly snatched it up and ate it (It was still wrapped.). My friend arrived soon after and treated Belle to apple juice, chocolate chip cookies and a yogurt tube. These were all healthy choices overall. I liked the modest size of the McChicken sandwich too. It hit the spot.
My friend made an observation about the luxury cars she says she has noticed recently. I guess I have been too busy chasing after a child to notice. I said, "Who cares? Let's change too. I love you. You're my friend. We've got to do better than this though." I like meeting at McDonald's for these casual days. I am suddenly enamored by all the women in sheath dresses traipsing through Starbucks. I proposed that we join them, or some such. We can start a movement of our own.