On one of our many excursions during vacation, we opted to stop at a fast food
joint grease hole
restaurant to get something to drink. Of course the Brat Child wanted
chocolate chip cookies. Because lunch was planned in the near future, I
didn't want his meal spoiled by empty calories, so to tempt him away
from the cookies I suggested- a Chocolate Milkshake (as any good mother
would because if you suck those empty calories up in a straw they aren't
as filling as if you actually chewed before swallowing or something
like that). Brat Child was not easily swayed until I explained that it
was chocolate ice cream you eat with a
STRAW.
"This
is Goom. I like choc-it shakes!" He was a fan at the first sip. (why
he can say "amazing" with precise clarity but can't get that "good" has
a
d not an
m on the end of it is beyond me).
So
a few days after the shake initiation, we were headed home from the
beach. Passing the Hardee's,
my mom asked if anyone was thirsty. Being tired, we opted to just go
home. Until the Brat Child started yelling (please note any
capitalization or enlarged font denotes extreme volume), "
Go Back! Go Back! I want a CHOC-IT SHAKE!" So my mom turned around, and Brat Child's head stopped spinning 360 degrees and was no longer vomiting pea soup.
We
ordered our drinks and 2 shakes (Midge also wanted one) and of course
Hardee's, while slow, makes a damn fine shake complete with whipped
cream. Unfortunately, the Brat Child doesn't think whipped cream is
appropriate topping for choc-it shakes.
Brat Child: I don't wike cweam
Midge: It's good
Brat Child:(now sobbing) I don't wike it!
Midge: I'll take it off
Brat Child: stoopid wady! (referring to the woman at the drive thru window)
Me: Hey! That isn't nice we don't call people stupid!
Brat Child: She is! She a STOOPID WADY she put CWEAM on MY CHOC-IT SHAKE AND I DON'T WANT IT!
Midge: Here's your shake I took the cream off
Brat Child: 'Anks mmm, dis gooom.
Crisis averted. The next night, we ordered 5 shakes, one without "cweam".
And they were GOOOOM!