Okay, fine. It is never safe to go to McDonald's, but I was feeling reckless, still riding my Palm Springs high, and decided what the heck? Or, in the words of a late night cashier at the Palm Springs Rite Aid where I was amazed that you could (no, I did NOT) purchase vodka at 1:30 in the morning, "big whoop!"
[Some things are better left just being lived, and not written about.]
Anyway, after Katie's last rookie soccer game, she was jonesing for a Happy Meal. I, being still guilty of eating not one home-cooked meal myself in the past week, caved. As in, I gave in . . . big time.
Although I could not bring myself to order anything other than a cool, refreshing large Diet Coke, I had no problem requesting her chicken nugget happy meal with a chocolate milk, no sauce.
Bring on the disgusting.
Now this is the part where you hold your tongue people. I know McDonald's is evil. I know it isn't the healthiest choice possible for a meal. I know these things. That's why we don't go to McDonald's, or any other fast food place on a weekly basis. I am not going to check my children into the triple bypass for kids club willingly, that is why I try to provide nutritious food at every meal, even when I'm feeling a little more Pizza Hut and a lot less organic, free-range, grass-fed, pesticide and dye free.
Point is, we try our best. And once in a while, we treat ourselves. And sometimes, we mess up.
When I opened her bag and looked inside I nearly did have a heart attack though. Not from the french fries, oh no, from the toy. The toy. The this is one more reason why I should not be buying my child a happy meal containing a cheaply made and bad for the environment toy.
I requested the "girl" toy because I took one look at the Hot Wheels offering for the "boy" choice and I had to put my foot down. If one more small, metal, oh so fun to step on in the middle of the night while kissing cheeks, toy car makes it's way into my home, I will go crazy. Barbie has always been a safe choice.
Um, I seem to have missed the memo, but apparently Barbie is now upping the ante on cornering the market currently occupied by Bratz dolls. Yes, that market, the I want to be a hooker when I grow up market, which is synonymous with the I want to be a stripper when I grow up market.
I'm really not sure what to do with this doll (if you can call it that). She is clearly unacceptable to pass along in the donation pile, as some innocent young girl might find her irresistible, and what with her lack of anything resembling a rear end, she is a horrible role model for any kid with body image issues. Seriously, she has no ass! You lift up her tight fitting dress and there is nothing, just . . . flat.
[I know because I watched my daughter investigate.]
I don't just want to put her in the trash because then she'd go to the landfill and then I'd feel guilty again, not just for feeding my daughter fast food, but now for contributing to global warming.
It is a no win situation here.
Dare I ask for thoughts on this conundrum I find myself in? Tread lightly.