We dropped Ken off at the airport this morning and then stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast on the way to daycare. Reid was reluctant to get out of the car, I think because she wanted a hamburger, and I offered to take her back home. (Warning, this would come back to bite me.) She eventually agreed to go inside. I decided a good compromise for a girl who wanted a hamburger was a Egg McGriddle. She (usually) likes scrambled eggs and then she’d have a sausage patty on a bun. I’m a hotcakes and sausage girl. Well, the entire thing was rejected at first but once I’d cut Reid’s sausage patty, thinking she’d sit on my lap and eat it off my plate, she asked for the patty back. Sigh. Didn’t she know I was trying to be clever and mama-sneaky? She decided small pieces were better than none and ate happily. The eggs were never tasted and I can’t say I blame her. They were square and when Reid stuck her fork in the middle, the whole piece came up. The intriguing pseudo-pancakes were also rejected. I broke down and bought a second sausage patty for her. Reid was happy with her sausage and uncut apple juice, though.

As we left, I was thinking: Does she not know that Grandma Dundas would have thought breakfast at McDonald’s was a great treat? Does she not know that we were honouring her by eating there? Does she not know how dramatic I can be? (If you’re wondering, the answers are: no, no and yes ;+)