You guys get so excited whenever we pass a McDonald’s fast food restaurant. You think it is owned by Old McDonald…you know, who had a farm.
Your Daddy and I don’t generally like to eat there, but every once in a while, it happens. You two act like you’re walking in to Graceland. Old McDonald was here!! Eeeee!
I don’t have the heart to tell you McDonald is a creepy old clown and not a benevolent farmer. Childhood fantasies are short-lived as it is.