I have followed last week’s race row in the States closely, but all the talk of racial oppression didn’t upset me half as much as hearing that President Obama served the two combatants BUD LIGHT beer at the White House.
Horrible.
I don’t want to see a ghost,
It’s the sight that I fear most,
I’d rather have a piece of toast,
Watch the evening news
— Des’ree
On our recent trip to the States I was horrified to realise that as we drove around, Joel would shout “chips, yum yum” everytime we passed a McDonalds road sign (chips are fries, my American friends). Clearly he has learned what the Golden Arches represent.
The question therefore follows - how did he learn? We have only taken him to McDonalds once or twice, when he was very young. He shouldn’t be aware of what lies within.
One explanation seems to fit - whilst Erica denies it, I suspect she has been making covert burger missions on a regular basis this pregnancy, and her little partner in crime has given the game away. During the last pregnancy she would regularly send me out for her usual cheeseburger, fries and coke, but this time around she has been strangely silent.
The worst part was that as we passed the sign and drove away, Joel would start to cry. He isn’t even two yet.