Monday, October 5, 2009

happy meals.

in order for me to write this post, i must first disclose how often you eat mcdonalds. ok, it's really not that often. and they have apple slices and milk and stuff nowadays, totally healthy, not that you drink milk ever, or comply to apples at mcd's, but you get it.

anyway, that's all besides the point. every time we're en route from one location to the next during lunch, we rely on ronald for nutrition (said loosely). you love happy meals. the minute i mention mcdonalds, it's "i want a cheese burber and a toooy!". not only does mickey d's make us fat, it spoils our children. excellent. you know those toys are not even great mason. i really don't get the excitement it's a cheap plastic hotwheel, crazy talking penguin or something ridiculous. but you absolutely love it. in fact it's the highlight of your day when we get one. you talk about the toy for hours and eat your happy meal like you haven't been fed in months.

i got to thinking. i wish i was so easily amused and excited by a cheap toy. a lousy happy meal. then i realized. i have something that makes my day just like your mcdonalds. i have you. i have max. you guys are totally the prize inside my happy meal. the minute i wake up in the mornings and see you guys smile, i'm sold, my day is infinitely better, just like that. it's like how your eyes light up when you see the golden arches. my eyes light up and my heart melts when i see you boys. you are totally my happy meals.

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