McDonalds

I am not proud of it, but like most kids, Jackson loves McDonalds. Now that they are advertising for the new Shrek movie it has gotten even worse. Every time we drive by a McDonalds Jackson says, "Mom can we go to Ronald McDonald's house." I always answer with the mom classic, "Maybe". (Which always really means no.) The other day I got so frustrated with him constantly asking I finally said, "No we can not go to Ronald McDonald's house. If you eat there all the time you get chubby. Do you want to get chubby?" (Not my proudest mom moment, but it happened.) Oh, I must also tell you that Jackson likes metaphors. When ever he needs to understand something we will use a metaphor and then he gets it. Example: "When you hit your brother like that you are being mean like Chick Hicks." or "That is red like Elmo." So today he made a little metaphor of his own...

Jackson: "Mommy can we go to Ronald McDonald's house?"

Me: "No not today."

Jackson: "Because I will get chubby?"

Me: "Yeap."

Jackson: "Because I will get chubby like daddy?"

Me: Laughter...non stop laughter