"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!
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