We passed a milestone last week.
And yes, it involved McDonalds.
And yes, my title is cheesy.
And yes, if McDonalds chose to pay me money to write about monumental McDonalds moments on my blog, I'd snap it up in a heartbeat.
And yes, that sentence had an unusual number of m's.
But back to my point.
On our way back home from my parents' house recently, Grace started communicating that she was hungry. Her speech is still a work in progress, so she has developed her own sign language. She points inside her mouth -- much like someone would if they were saying, "Gag me." I usually say, "Are you hungry?" And she replies with "Yaaaaaaaa."
I asked them if they wanted to try some chicken nuggets and to my surprise, they excitedly said yes. This is surprising because first, the last time we tried to eat McDonalds, they wouldn't even touch the food. They just looked at it and gave me the you've-got-to-be-kidding face. And second, because Grace is a picky, picky eater and we've always just stuck with what works when we're out and about -- pizza and Panera.
But today, we gave it a go. And they scarfed it down.
It. Was. Awesome.
Don't get me wrong. I definitely don' think McDonalds is a healthy option -- unless McDonalds is reading this and wants to pay me money to blog about them, in which case I say, "Eat McDonalds and you'll live forever!"
And it's not that I want my kids to be downing McD's three times a day, but it is nice to know that in a pinch, we have options -- cheap, fast, eat-on-the-road options.
And it was a big moment for Grace. Her instinct is to reject every new thing I give her, so to take a bite out of that nugget was a risky move.
And considering it was McDonalds, probably more risky than she knew.