A Golden Question

One day recently the boys and I were sitting in McDonalds. 

Calvin said, "I want apples instead of fries." Andrew chimed in, "Apples!"  I chuckled to myself, proud and somewhat amazed, that my kids would rather have apples than fries.  And irritated that I forgot to order them.

Then pretty soon Calvin said, "These chicken nuggets don't taste good." He ate three or four of them, but I had to cajole Andrew to finish two, saying something ridiculous like, "Finish your deep fried pressed chicken parts. You need a healthy lunch to give you energy."  There are multiple levels of irony there!

Meanwhile I was wondering what my tray would have looked like if I had "gone large" since I already had a mound of fries and half gallon of Diet Coke.  (Yes, I also see the irony of Diet!)

And when the magic Yoda toy appeared I wondered how long I would have to wait until it magically disappeared.

I am not even kidding when I say it was like a lightning bolt of realization hit me. It was an epiphany.  A question that must have been God-inspired.  "Why am I here?"

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Stephanie said…
We almost never take the girls to fast food, but recently we went to Chic-Fil-A on a whim. Kayla and Liv took a few bites of the nuggets and fries...and said, "This doesn't taste very good."

Touche.

stephanie@metropolitanmama.net
August 6, 2011 at 9:11 PM
Stephanie said…
Oops. I guess it's spelled Chick-Fil-A. (i just did a quick google search). ;)

stephanie@metropolitanmama.net
August 6, 2011 at 9:12 PM
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