I try to feed my family healthy meals – choosing my ingredients wisely, limiting salt, not too much refined flour, limiting fast food, no fried foods from my kitchen, you know the drill.
My weakness? C.hick-Fil-A. Oh, how I love those tasty little bits of fried chicken goodness! And the waffle fries? Nothing like a nice, fresh batch of hot, crispy deep fried potatoes, lightly salted to make my day.
We may go once, twice a month. I get a number 5, 8 piece, honey mustard sauce, sweet tea. Lovegirl gets a 4 piece kids meal with apple juice. Included in the kid’s meal is a toy of some sort – usually something leaning toward being educational as opposed to a piece of movie-related plastic. Lovegirl had a thing for Dwight D. Eisenhower as a result of a presidential bookmark thingie they were giving away a few months ago. I digress.
This month’s toy? An intro to Spanish CD. Why C.hick-Fil-A, why???? We now spend our daily commute repeating “Me llamo el Senor Gonzalez” y “Donde esta el bano por favor?” That’s about 25 minutes of Spanish, twice a day, with a 3 year old who does not yet have a complete grasp of the English language and a mother who can’t say no to anything slightly educational.
Ayuda me, por favor!!!