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I had a doctor's appointment today at 11:30. So, I promised Ali that afterwards (if she was a good girl in the waiting room), I would take her to McDonald's for lunch where she could also play in the indoor playland. I usually don't take the time to eat at McDonald's, so the kids don't get the chance to do the playland thing very often. I'm usually all "let's just take it home and have a picnic on the floor like Caillou's family would do!" Not that Caillou's family would actually eat McDonald's. But if they did, you know the mom and dad would totally have a picnic and make a learning experience out of it, all the while Caillou finding something to whine about.
And by the way, why is a 4 year old bald? I mean, Rosie has a head full of red hair and she is only 2 years old. What's up with that?
Anyway, I usually like to eat at home because then I can multi-task while I'm having lunch and by multi-task, I mean vegging out on the couch watching a thought provoking movie on the Lifetime channel starring the ever talented Tori Spelling, while balancing a double cheeseburger and a super-sized order of french fries on my lap.
Now that is talent, my friends.
But today I was feeling like "nice Mommy," so we skipped the drive-thru and headed inside. The only problem with this "best mommy in the world" moment is that the the playland was closed for repairs.
OK. Did NOT see that coming.
So, I had to think quick for an idea that Ali would think was equally as fun as jumping into a pit of germ infested plastic balls.
And if you think I do quick thinking, it's as if you don't know me at all. I am a planner and any deviation from the plan usually throws me into a tizzy.
I don't really think "tizzy" is a word but I like the way it sounds so I'm gonna go with it.
So, during our healthy lunch, which included the likes of one ginormous root beer for added "thinking" power, I had to do some some heavy soul searching and decide if I could actually bounce back from McDonald's so rudely deciding to do "repairs" to the indoor playground and jeopardizing my "Best Mommy In the World" title. I mean, who do they think they are? I am trying to earn some major Mommy points by actually eating inside McDonald's, instead of taking it home and eating in the comfort of my pajamas and they're all like "we're McDonald's and we can close our gross indoor playground for repairs whenever we want."
Repairs. Yeah, right. My hunch is that some kid went down the slide after eating one too many McNuggets and then ralphed all over the place and nobody wanted to clean up the smelly mess.
Anyway, I finally came up with another idea that I hoped a 5 year old would find equally as stimulating as the indoor playland and one that would require minimal effort on my part. So, I carefully presented Ali with plan B.
"Honey, since the indoor playground is closed and I know how disappointed you must be, we could go to Dollar Tree and I'll you pick out a few things." She replied "OK. 'Cuz I didn't really want to go in the playland anyway. I just like sitting on these seats that twirl around and watching Barney on the McDonald's fancy big screen tv, even though I don't really like Barney but this is fun!"
Note to self: stick to the original plan and if original plan fails, don't device a plan B because 5 year old daughter is happy to just twirl around and watch purple dinosaurs on tv.
When we got home, Ali hugged me and thanked me for the cool stuff I bought for her at Dollar Tree. She said she is so happy that I am her Mommy. I told her that I was so proud of her for being so good at the doctor's office and that I was the lucky one because God gave me the most special little girl ever.
Talk about a warm and fuzzy moment. You can't put a price on that.
Not unless that price is $5 for a princess paint set, a package of butterfly stickers, a jumbo coloring book, a purple wig and a box of Swedish Fish.