I left the gym on Thursday morning ready to eat, eat, EAT. It was my first appointment with the trainer I will affectionately call WorkOut Barbie. And WorkOut Barbie really can whip me into shape in one hour. By the end of the hour I was fantasizing about food, my muscles were quivering, and I couldn’t wait to get away from the gym.

So I took Caden-3yr and Seth-1yr to the McDonald’s drive thru where I would get who knows what. I didn’t care.  We pulled up to the window, and i noticed just how deserted the place was. No people in the parking lot, few cars. Just my kids, the guy at the drive thru window, and me - a hungry, shaky mess.

He had handed me my change, and Caden-3yr got VERY excited. Mike’s radio commercial (advertising his new time slot for his radio show) had just come on the air, so Caden-3yr started yelling, "THAT’S DAD-DEEEEEEE!!!!"  Over and over. Then Seth-1yr started in. I joined in.  Hey, I was hungry. "Yea!!!! It’s your DADDY!" 

At about this time I notice that the guy at the drive thru window  is looking really bad. Color is draining from his face. He looks sick. Eyes kinda big. Mouth a little open. Left hand holding onto the edge of the sliding window.

Ah.

Oops.  I mentioned no one was around, right?

"Um. That’s my husband on the radio!  That’s their daddy!" I said, too brightly, and finished up with him so we could leave.

Poor guy. He thought we were driving up and declaring paternity.

I think someone has a guilty conscience…

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