Are we eating at McDonalds? I've become such a California local organic whole grain low processed food snob. Not that I didn't survive plenty of fast food meals growing up. Somehow I've reached the space where I believe that eating here is some kind of deadly poison.

luckily Rebecca got scared and stuck in the playspace again, so I never have to come back here again. (I promised to give her another chance when she was three.) She's pretty mad about the whole thing because I made her get down by my moving all her arms and legs into the right spot rather than just lifting her down. Now she doesn't ever ever want to come back, because she's mad, but I bet the story will have changed by tomorrow.