Peter didn't see why this was upsetting to me. "That stuff was around when we were kids and we're not fat. It's not like we eat fast food often."
Apparently Lucy doesn't see much wrong with it either. At home she picked up her purse, waved "bye-bye" to me, and got on her rocking horse (it's actually a giant blue rocking dog, but that sounds odd typed out). She rocked for a minute, then got to an imaginary drive-thru window. She paused, turned to the side and said, "Um...apples please. Yeah. Apples. Thank you." She used a very decisive "telephone voice" to place her order. She rocked a couple more times, paused again, reached into her purse, and held out MY credit card to the imaginary cashier.
MY CREDIT CARD!!
Last time I saw it, it was in MY wallet in MY purse!! It's identity theft in my own house!
I guess I should be happy that she was buying fruit with it, and not a plastic McDonald's drive-thru window.
|I need an apples combo meal, supersized please.|