Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Chick-fil-a

The other night I decided that Katie and I would have Chick-fil-a for dinner.  An advantage to Katie being older is that after obtaining my order, I can simply hand back her nuggets, fries and drink.  She has no problem juggling all three and eating her dinner in her car seat.   The first time I realized this could be done I felt like yelling from the roof top - victory is mine!!!  Ahh, the simple things that can make life so much easier.

So I start pulling around to the drive thru when I realize that the Chick-fil-a Cow is out front greeting people.  A disadvantage to Katie being older is that she's not a fan of people dressed in costume - of course the cow walks straight to our car, goes right up against the glass and waves at Katie . .who starts screaming in complete terror, Raleigh then proceeds to jump halfway into Caroline's car seat barking - ready to attack the poor cow, Caroline who was soundly sleeping is now hysterically crying as she awoke to a screaming sister and a barking dog in her lap.    And all I wanted was to get a number five, eight pack, value sized with a coke . . . . .


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