Conversation between Dylan and I as we ran errands this morning:
“Hey Dylan, you wanna eat at a restaurant for lunch today instead of going back home?”
“Okay, I think one McDonald’s has $1.50 Happy Meals on Tuesday….we’ll drive by and see.”
” [big sigh] Mommy….McDonald’s is NOT a restaurant.”
(I sort of agree with him about that, but technically it IS a fast food restaurant.)
“Yes it is Dylan. McDonald’s is a restaurant.”
“Nope. It’s not.”
“Yes. It is.”
“Are you sure Mommy? Who told you?”
“No one told me Dylan. I just know. Everywhere that you eat food is a restaurant.”
“Oh. [deliberate pause] So home is a restaurant?”
At this point in the conversation, I’m not sure if he’s mocking me. I don’t think I ever convinced him that McDonald’s qualifies as a “restaurant.” I suppose he prefers a place with tablecloths, and waitresses who tell him how cute he is.
For local readers: I was wrong about the Happy Meals being $1.50 at McDonald’s on Tuesdays. It’s the Kids Meals at Burger King (at least in Lubbock), so that’s where we ate. Dylan didn’t offer his opinion on whether or not it qualified as a restaurant!