"Mommy's truck?"
"Yes, Mommy's truck. We need to go to the store."
"Fries!"
Well, yes, we'll get some of those too. It's amazing the way children's minds work, and how by doing something a few times it becomes an automatic expectation. My kids have learned to associate our weekly trip to Sam's with stopping at McDonald's on the way home for a fries and nuggets (and a cheeseburger and Coke for Mommy). It was not always a guaranteed event, but it cannot be avoided now without three little meltdowns.
How do I know, you might ask. Well, we've tried not going. Connor, the oldest and wisest, actually knows if Mommy turns the wrong direction out of the Sam's parking lot - you know, the way that leads home instead of the way that leads to the golden arches. He does not yet understand that the fries come from a place called McDonald's, but he knows when he sees the red and yellow sign and building that this is absolutely the place. Every time we drive past one, even on other errands and trips, he points out his window and screams "Fries!"
So today was our weekly trip to Sam's for the essentials - more milk, bread, grapes, bananas, goldfish crackers, cereal, and of course "Fries!"
