Second, I had to share my experience from the park:
Today, because it's still 70 degrees outside for some bizarre reason, I took the girls to the park. There is a lovely park here that is full of mature trees and encircles a lake. It has paved walking trails and several separate play structures. We like to park the car and walk the trail loop hitting both playgrounds and hopefully wearing out a certain little girl.
I don't often go by myself with an infant and a very brave 20 month old, but sometimes I'm
At that moment, and right on cue, my child refuses to eat the apples Sonic had so lovingly sliced and bagged for her and insists on having a cheddar bite. Shit. I mean, really? It's not just that it's cheese, it's fried cheese. So I say to Claire as I hand her a half piece of lard dipped in lard and fried in lard, *nervous laugh* "don't tell daddy!" Okay, so if you know my husband you probably know that while he does care what the girls eat, he would likely deem cheddar bites an appropriate meal. I said meal, not snack. He once fed Claire tator-tots as dinner. This was my way of implying that we don't usually eat cheddar bites, eh-hem, cough cough. Like, this is a one time thing, I swear, man I don't even know. I'm sure he didn't even notice. I all but threw the bites on the ground while shouting, "How dare those Sonic employees give us cheddar bites! Don't they know we only eat local, organic foods? Whew, that was close!"
Moral of the story, I am absolutely out of my mind and the world is judging me for it. Okay, maybe just the first part.