Careful what you ask for.

Last week was Princess’s (child #3) birthday. We asked her what she wanted to have for her birthday dinner and she said McDonald’s. That really wasn’t what we wanted, so we made a few attempts to talk her out of it, but she held firm.  That’s what you get when you leave dinner plans in the hands of a 4-year-old.

In the end she had a blast which, of course, was the point. You can see some pictures of the day on my wife’s blog here.  Just ignore the freak with the fries.

Part of me longs for the days when going to McDonald’s and playing in the play area constituted the best way to spend a Saturday.  No mortgages, no jobs, and no worries about how many germs were in that big freaking pit of plastic balls.

I miss the wonder.  I didn’t know what it was when I had it.  Does any kid? But now that it’s gone, well, you get the point.