Old McDonald's

On Fridays I take my girls to "Old McDonald's" (as Mack says) for a treat. I spend $6.03 for two yogurt parfaits, one strawberry/banana smoothie (fi), and one small coffee with 2 creams. It's always a bit crowded and at least 2 of the customers are my students getting a peek of me with my family. It's as if they can't believe Mrs. G goes to McDonald's too.

Our visit always starts with a trip to the bathroom with Mackenzie. There is something about public restrooms, right? Funny because she is now afraid of auto flush toilets. She sits unsteadily on the seat while plugging her ears telling me, I'm OK Mommy. When we finish I have to dry her hands with toilet paper because she is afraid of the air dryer. Every time we go we do this.

Today, there were no tables in the back so we sat right in the front by the counter. This is the first time we sat there. She had her Old McDonald's highchair and was happy and a bit electric. She was shouting in short spurts here and there which is a favorite to students peeking at us. They make Fi's smoothie in the blender. Mack hears it and dramatically plugs her ears. I reassure her and we go on with our snack. Her blueberries are frozen in the parfait so she begins pounding on her head with and open hand over and over as she always does. The blender starts again. She plugs her ears dramatically and calms herself, Mommy I'm OK. She eats a frozen strawberry and begins smacking her head again. The blender starts again, ear plug. Frozen fruit, head smack. Blender, ear plug. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Because we are sitting at the tables in the front, I'm sure we are quite a scene. Really, I'm not too worried about it. But- I notice it. We don't do restaurants much so this is a big deal to them. I'm still getting used to sharing our ticks with the world. I'll just keep praying for seats in the back.