One last bit of fun we had with the grandlads: when we were driving away from the movie theater, the younger one piped up "Can we go go McDonalds?" (He'd just spotted one of their so-called restaurants.)
De Brucer tried to suggest that we really didn't have time, as we had to get back to the home base. This didn't work, of course, because when a three-year-old wants something, practical considerations don't matter. "But I want to go to McDonalds!" he piped back.
I turned around and told them, in my most serious voice, "McDonalds is evil."
Their jaws dropped.
It took them a full five seconds before they could stammer back that "No, it's not!"
"McDonalds is evil," I repeated.
"No, it's not!" they shouted back. "Oh, yes it is!" I replied. "It's Not!" "It Is!" "It's Not!" "It Is!"
While this debate raged back and forth, der Brucer muttered to me "You're gonna catch hell from their father when he hears about this," since said father is a McDonalds addict. He was chuckling all the while, of course.
By the time we got back to the homestead, the younger lad was whispering to his brother, "McDonalds is evil!" causing shrieks of laughter to billow from the back seat boys.
Life can be such fun!
