Monday, November 13, 2006

not so Happy Meal

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Amara had the meltdown of the century this past weekend. And it was all over a stupid Happy Meal.

After behaving semi-well at church, my hubby and I decided we should pick up a few things from the big red box before the Browns vs. Falcons game started on TV. It all seemed like an easy plan.

But my darling three year old decided somewhere along the way that she wanted McDonald's for lunch.

I don't know about you, but I've had it with Mickey D's for every meal. Don't get me wrong -- I'm all about eating out three square meals a day. Heaven knows I don't cook. But McDonald's for every meal? Come on now!

Never mind the fact that Amara can name for you what toy will be included in each Happy Meal but have you seen how many calories come wrapped up in that pretty box?!

But back to her meltdown...Amara threw the tantrum of all tantrums. And not just while we were in Target. But she was fit to be tied in my dear hubby's car. And even after driving right past the Golden Arches, we got home, and she cried and cried and cried, face down sprawled out on my kitchen floor for an hour. So much for a happy meal...or even a happy afternoon.

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  1. Don't you worry... they do this, they all do this... but this is coming from the crazy mom who is having 3!

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  2. Is this what I have to look forward to? Usually it's me who has a fit when I get my way. I guess I'm going to have to move over...

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