McDonalds

This morning I had to go down to the Westfield's town center to look into some permits.  I told Tessa if she was good I would take her to McDonald's, of which she proceeded to say, "OH BOY!"  So after spending some time getting lost, going to the wrong building, talking with some of the workers..we made our way to McDonalds.  I could tell she was hungary and starting to get tired just by the uncivil way she was acting in the car.  Once she saw the golden arches all grumpiness, hunger, and tiredness disappeared in a blink of the eye.

After ordering food and Tessa spending point five seconds eating..she took off for the playground.  So Gia and I sat while she burned off some energy.  The place was very quiet which was good because I really did not feel like dealing with all the moms, kids, and disgruntled employees.  After about 15 minutes and went up to see what she was doing...to my surprise my kid decided that running around in her diaper suited her best. So after major haggling I managed to finally get her jeans back on.  So then she decided to come back down and eat.  Another 10 seconds passed and she was off.  Ten minutes later she comes running out in just her diaper carrying her pants.  So, I proceeded to tell her if she took them off one more time we were out of here.  So off she goes and five minutes later pants are off and she is up inside the playground.  So I had get my big butt up in the contraption which has endless tubes and stairs and bubbles and navigate my way around to her.  I found her, clothed her, dragged her down, and out we went.