Chick-Fil-A, I love you. Always my choice if I have to (or want to) eat fast food. Your chicken nuggets are yummy, your fries are crispy and tasty. You offer diet lemonade, which makes me happy. Amelia is always excited about her 4-piece nuggets kids' meal with fruit and juice. You give us a child-friendly, easy place to grab a mommy & daughter lunch once in a while. You even have employees who bring the food to my table because you understand rambunctious toddlers. And sometimes you have an indoor playground. Awesome.
But my dear Chick-Fil-A, I have to say, I am not happy with you this week. I am not happy with you for putting those Veggie Tales CDs in the kids' meals. We now have two of them. These CDs introduced me to the talking and singing vegetables for the first time recently. Amelia loves them. Asks for them in the car. But oh my goodness... these vegetables CAN NOT SING! The song lyrics are not bad, but the mouse-like, squeaky high octave vegetable signers really hurt my brain. And now I can't turn off the pain, because my demanding little princess in the back seat requires this music at least once per day.
Someone told me that the kids' meal prizes can be turned back in for ice cream. I believe I will let Amelia in on this secret next time. I'll accept sticky hands and messy clothes any day if it means I don't have to listen to Veggie Tales in my car. Ever. Again.
