DQ Day

Ross bought me a gift certificate at Dairy Queen for my birthday. I decided that starting today after we go to library story time and drop Abby off for dance (and the babies and I are already in the car) that we will swing over to DQ to enjoy a little drive-thru lunch. The short drive there will help the babies to keep sleeping, and I will get to feast in peace, waiting in the van until my little dancer emerges from dance class. I feel a little sneaky, but my kids really don't care about meals anyway. When it's lunch time and I say "let's go have lunch," Abby will reply, "I don't want lunch. I want a snack." Since it's upsetting to her and Allen I try to refer to meals as snacks ("lunch snack" or "dinner snack"). When we got home from dance I asked Abby what she wanted for lunch. Then she corrected me "snack!" She wanted a glass of milk and some oatmeal -- both of which she barely touched. My kids aren't really big eaters. Food just isn't very appealing to them. So there is my selfish justification to indulge in fast food all by my lonesome. Thanks Ross for the great birthday gift that I will enjoy weekly for the next little while.