“We’re going to hunt down the Easter Bunny like the dirty dog that he is.” – spoken by one Craig Dunham to one wide-eyed 4-year-old, daughter of a seminary friend yesterday afternoon just after lunch and just before the other-friend-sponsored egg hunt. She might possibly never be the same.
In other news, I tried something new for our free Chick-fil-a Mondays. We started out ordering 2 large fries for the 6 of us to share. Last week I ordered 1 large fry and 1 large fruit cup. Today I (pat on the back here) ordered NO FRIES at all and 1 large fruit cup and 1 side salad. I figured if fries were bad for me, they’re also bad for my kids. We sat down and Chloe asked if I got any ketchup. She then looked and noticed there were no fries. I told them I got them fruit to eat instead and they were (SURPRISE) totally fine with this. Nobody complained one bit that there were no fries and even enjoyed the fruit.
I know, I know. It’s taken me this long to figure it out, but we’re trying to make lifestyle eating changes one little bit at a time. Fruit for fries. Check.