I get done at the Y and decide to take my kids to the Golden Arches (despite my better judgment). We go through the drive through, and the kids get happy meals with apple juice. My son wanted Sprite. I ordered the apple juice anyway, since it's marginally better for him. He got mad and started a temper tantrum with the words "This is the worst day of my entire life!"
How I wish my worst day was not getting the drink I wanted with my happy meal.
4 comments:
way to make the happy meal unhappy, dad. good going. YOU'VE RUINED HIS ENTIRE LIFE! my mantra used to the tried and true, "it's not fair," to which my parents would reply with the cliche "life's not fair." i learned my disappointments early. no rose-colored lenses in my childhood! you should have said, "oooh, it's gonna get alot worse, pal. i'm just gettin' started!" and if he cried, you could have taken a page from my father's book of questionable parenting skills and said, "i'll GIVE you something to cry about!" then again, this is probably why i don't have kids.
LOL, kids, they are so adorable!
why you dissin' the golden arches. You know what's up!!!! RONALD FOR PRESIDENT!!!!!! Nice postings I will have to stop by once and a while to see your commentaries.
John, you know I'm McKids all the way. Stop by often, and post often. Tell your friends; it can help make you richer, taller, and teach you how to fly (results vary from person to person)
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