"I am making fake McDonalds for my son."
My friend Jeannette just posted that on Facebook.
"I save the happy meal box, etc. from the last time I actually went to McD's and before I pick him up from school, I cook my own chicken nuggets and french fries and put them in the McD's stuff. When he gets in the car I tell him that I went to McD's before I picked him up. As of now, he is almost 4 years old and buying this. I am sure I have a limited amount of time before he catches on. He does not eat anything except McD's, which grosses me out. So, on the days I don't feel like begging him to eat and standing on my head to try to get him to eat, I make him 'Fake McDonalds.'
(Oh! As for the toy in the Happy Meal, I take one he already has and put it in there and I say 'Oh well, we have this one already.' ")
I love it. It reminded me of all the times my own clever little mother creatively skirted around my requests for the latest toys or current fads. She'd nod her head yes to my face, and would then show up with something completely different. COMPLETELY different.
Banana clips? She'd get me two hair combs and say, "It's the same thing really."
White Reebok high tops? I got a pair of banana yellow ones in a size 9 because they were on sale at Marshall's. (Were they my size, you ask? I'm barely five feet tall, so my feet are nowhere approaching a size 9.)
Denim jacket? A grey cordoroy coat.
Black suede scrunched boots? Black suede combat boots.
Sure, sure, some of the alternatives were actually not bad... but when you're a kid and you just want to fit in, gifting me with something completely different kinda defeats the purpose.
Good thing about growing up, you eventually get over the ways your parents deceived you for your own good, and realize, ok, they didn't do it because they are evil heartless human beings. (Don't worry, Jeannette, I don't think your son will think that when the jig is finally up. Lol.)
And then it occurs to you that when you have kids someday, you might actually try to pull off the same form of "truth-bending".
And no harm done.
Well, except for the fact that it is damn hard playing kickball in high-tops that are four sizes too big.
Out with it... Bust your parents right here on my blog, and tell me great lies your folks told you when you were growing up!