Not fish sticks, chicken tenders or even chicken nuggets. No, it is a six pack of chicken McNuggets dipped in honey that I crave day in and day out. I haven't had one since I was in high school. After a stomp. In the commons.
So I guess this is my the first lesson in "How to refuse your child food from McDonalds."
But I am going to have a Granny B's sugar cookie sometime today. You know, the one with the gallon of pink frosting and sprinkles.