This is too good not to share.
Last week, we were all in the car driving around looking for places to rent in Drayton Valley – a fruitless endeavor, right up there with hunting unicorns and spying a flying porcine. Anyway, I had to pee. (My initials don’t stand for Little Bladder for nothing.)
I told Travis I could hold it until the Mohawk (gas station) but he knows me better than that and pulled into the first available parking lot – McDonald’s.
He drew up to the door and I hopped out to avail of their facilities.
Sylvia was in the back seat, taking it all in.
That was last week.
We have to drive past McDonald’s every time we go anywhere, which could be upwards of six or eight times a day.
And now every time we do, Sylvia – who has not so much as set foot inside a McDonald’s in all of her 23 months – points and shouts, “Mommy! Pee? Mommy! Mommy! Pee?”
A whole new meaning to Golden Arches, I guess.