For the first two and a half years of her life, Charly's taste buds were never tainted with junk food. No candy, no chocolates, no cakes and no soda. Certainly nothing from McDonald's.
Until a couple months ago when, out of desperation over her not eating, my mom had given her a french fry.
David and I told ourselves that a fry now and then never killed anyone.
We never realized just how much she had enjoyed her french fry experience when, just this weekend, while driving to my mom's Charly suddenly said "french fries, french fries".
Since there were no fries around, I asked her where they were.
She pointed across the street to the Golden Arches and said "'donalds...fries...I want some fries".
I'm pretty sure I could hear Ronald McDonald chuckling in the background.
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