The Clock Strikes Twelve (a continuing saga)
“Don’t you want to change your dress before going to McDonald’s?”
“No ma’am.”
“Aren’t you going to want to play in the balls and climb the playscape?”
“I’ll be careful.”
Sara and Granddaddy (my husband Steve) left for McDonald’s. Actually I was shocked he suggested they go, he hates the place. What we won’t do for our grandchildren. Her Daddy met them at McDonald’s and later, Steve returned home with a look of “you won’t believe” on his face. He relayed his story:
“As soon as we walked in Sara tried to take off to the playscape, but I made her stay with me. I had no sooner gotten our order and placed the tray on the table when Sara knocked my cup of water over. I went to get extra napkins to wipe the water and just as I returned to the table Sara had opened the packet of catsup for her chicken nuggets and…”
The bells began to toll. The magic of a princess in royal gala abruptly ended like coachmen morphed back into mice. There, seated in the molded plastic seat in McDonald’s where a princess had been, sat a little girl in a red-spattered dress.
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