14 Idiots

Tonight, we didn't have any food in the house, and I was exhausted, so after much begging on Dylan's part, I decided to do McDonalds for the kids for dinner (I had leftover mac and cheese.  I still CANNOT do McDonalds, since we had it every single day for the two months in China.  Again, it's China PTSD rearing its ugly head).  I took Sadie with me.  Gage and Mikey were napping, Dylan was holding down the fort, and my amazing, wonderful dad was trimming my trees.

So we order four happy meals at the drive-through window (No, I didn't get anything for my dad, because I knew Mom was making him homemade coconut shrimp at home right that very minute), and the guy says, "That will be fourteen eighty at the second window."  As I'm pulling forward to the second window, Sades looks over at me and incredulously says, "Fourteen idiots at the second window???"

I laughed and laughed, then said, "No, hon.  Fourteen EIGHTY.  Like, eighty cents."

She giggled and said, "Oh."

As it turns out, there were fourteen idiots at the second window, because we had asked for no pickles, and they still put on pickles, and we asked for three boy toys and one girl toy, and we got four girl toys.  Dylan was so pissed he almost couldn't bear to eat his Happy Meal. :)