Popping in to Mickey D’s to get a fountain Diet Coke and a yogurt parfait this morning, I overheard this gem of a father-daughter conversation:
3-year-old girl with butterfly wings attached to her t-shirt: “I’m excited for my hamburger”.
Dad: “Well, I got pancakes–it’s 8am, they don’t have hamburgers this early.”
3-year-old: “But this is McDonald’s!”
Dad: (Struggling between the fact that she’s a toddler and explaining the intricacies of McDonald’s dining schedule): “We’ll come back this afternoon.”