young girl child: mommy, can we go to mcdonalds after this?
mom: no.
[child's sobs echo through the shower area]
i could hardly lather i was laughing so hard. i'm not sure why. probably because it was so easy for that mom to ruin her child's life and i had the pleasure of anonymously listening to it unfold.
all i know is that it stirred something in me: a deep craving for mcdonalds. i'm totally going tomorrow. because i can.
i used to get this same feeling when i woke up in the middle of the night and ate -- from the carton -- leftover chicken curry singapore from chef yee's. my only light the street lamp reflecting off the metallic paint-colored milk mustache of a huffer passed out in my lawn.
i'd snort, wipe my curry-stained hands on my pajama pants, drain a shot of cherry nyquil, belch my full name and head back to bed thinking: damn its good to be an adult.
5 comments:
There are times when the most convenient route home is to drive by the McDonald's, but I'll go a different way just so Cookie in the back seat won't see it and start campaigning to go there.
mwah hah hah (evil mother cackle)
My kids don't cry when I refuse to take them to McDonald's but the 6yo is now at the "when I grow up, I can eat WHATEVER I WANT" stage. Yes you can, 6yo, but for now, you are firmly in my mommy clutches.
Again...MWAH HAH HAH
just because one can go to McDonald's doesn't mean one should go. I remembered that yesterday. 2 double cheeseburgers may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but now my digestive system is telling me it was a decidedly bad idea.
My favorite thing about being adult is eating what I want, when I want. Like midnight nachos. Oh, and some days not leaving the house and wearing jammies all day. Oh, and watching TV until I'm stupid. Oh, and swearing. Oh, and no curfew.
Oh, and...
Cereal for supper.
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