I'm an awesome auntie. I take them places all the time because they're great kids. So I took my nieces to McDonald's the other night and the little one got a Happy Meal.
Now in our society where weight has become a driving issue, where your size drives up the cost of medical coverage so much that some plans offer coverage for weight loss program costs, where even the Happy Meal gets a choice of apples instead of fries, what kind of insanity has hit Mickie D's toy distributors?
My little niece pulled out her tiny tot toy (or whatever they're called) and excitedly ripped open the wrapper to find a Shrek toy. This might not be so bad, except that they toy was FAT Puss In Boots. Like Huge, enormo, filled her little hand and the toy's head was eeny weeny, fat Puss In Boots. As in, he was so huge that the toy had to lay down as even it's inadequate plastic legs couldn't have held it up.
Puss, the role model for healthy America.
Way to advertise your food selections, MD!
On the plus side, my street cred it growing pleasantly. Yesterday I got hit on by a cop. A very cute cop. I didn't know that's what he was until we started chatting, but I discovered something new. Apparently, I have kissable lips that make his tummy dive bomb and my eyes are mesmerizing.
Good to know. I think I'll put that on my resume.
I know you'd be disappointed if I didn't follow up his flattery, so I asked him to please use his handcuffs on me the next time he was in uniform.