Fatherhood

The girls don’t often get to eat ye olde Mickey-D’s, but if we know it’s going to be a late dinner for us, it’s the better option to letting them starve.  That said, it only took once for Kia to figure out that Happy Meals come with toys (and fries), and are therefore awesome.  Much as with most of her meal preferences (pizza, pizza, pizza, cheeseburgers, pizza, pizza, pizza…), she rarely gets her way, but I am willing to find a happy medium… or even a cheerful psychic!

I’m showing some Rebel pride with the X-Wing fighters from Star Wars, while Stacy’s pride is all Irish, and Kia’s pride is all cheeseburger.