Thursday Peppy was working late. Owsley boycotted his nap, and Gage was buckwild. I was afraid I might not make it until bedtime in one piece. So I pulled out my secret weapon. The one I only use as a last resort.
"Hey guys....want to go get a Happy Meal and play in the playplace?"
Of course they did. While we were waiting on our food, Gage had to go to the bathroom so I walked him to the back of the restaurant. At the very last table was a man with a laptop, having a loud and somewhat angry conversation on his phone about real estate. We went outside and I forgot all about that man.
There was only one other child in the playplace, and she looked to be about Gage's age. She had a stuffed dog on a leash and was maniacally swinging it around everywhere. When my kids came to get on the equipment she started telling them her rules for playing in the playplace. Her rules began to get a little insane, and she was being pretty mean. Gage was giving me this helpless look. So I told her that I thought it would be ok to play a different way, and that Ronald McDonald wouldn't come and take away their playplace privileged if Owsley climbed up the slide since no one else was out there.
They played together for about thirty minutes when the little girl fell and busted her knee open. She started screaming, and I looked around for a second to see if a mom or dad would come running from some hidden spot. But it never happened. So I asked her who she was with, and she told me her daddy was inside. I opened the door to help her inside, and she limps to the counter and flings her bloody leg right on top, and asks the cashier for a bandage. I kept insisting that we go find her daddy, but she kept telling me, "No. He wouldn't care anyway."
And I didn't know what to say to that. We ended up staying at McDonald's for almost two hours....which is much longer than I wanted. But the little girl was (kind of) by herself. When we finally left because it was getting close to bedtime, she asked if we really had to go. She finally went back inside, and her dad was the angry guy on the laptop.
I don't know why I'm sharing this story. It just made me feel bad. I felt embarrassed for being so annoyed with her in the beginning, when all she wanted was a little attention.
And now, after that novel....the links.
*My friend Lindsay wrote a wonderful post about 8 lessons she has learned during 8 years of marriage. Whether you are married or not, I think everyone could take something from this post. A lot of her lessons could even be applied to certain friendships.
*As a country gal, I love fried green tomatoes. (And fried pickles too, if that matters.) Here is a slightly healthier option for 'oven' fried green tomatoes.
*Gage and I love beach combing. You never know what treasures you might find.
*My kids would love to try the naked egg experiment.
*I love reading other blogger's currently posts.
*An artist mom started letting her four year old finish her sketches. These are so cool!
*Do you ever think that you are your significant other are weird? I know I certainly do about me and Peppy.
*How green are you? Carolynn explains why she steers clear of microwaves and nonstick pans.
*How prepared are you for the zombie apocalypse?
*Sarah shares a few of her recent Netflix wins.
*Joanna is back with Modest Momma! She shares some recent family pics, as well as some tips to take the best family photos.
*This dump cake sounds amazing. How about some vanilla ice cream on top?
*Judy reminisces about an embarrassing experience when she wore really short shorts.
*Indonesian women take pregnancy (and periods) pretty seriously.
*A great post on what happens when friendships change.