Jazz: "Mummy, will McDonalds make me FAT?"
Me: "No, Jasper, of course not."
Jazz: "But Mummy, WHY?"
Me: "Well, you are very active"
Jazz: "And my blood can get rid of it. The fat. Because I have a high metabolism."
Me: "WHAT?"
Jazz: "A high metabolism, Mummy. I won't get fat from eating McDonalds. Can we go? Now? And get a toy?"
Well, who could say no to a boy who can rationalise it away through the fact he has a high metabolism? We went. BIG MISTAKE. It was Charity Day! We entered the McD's on Bandeirantes, after circling the block 3 times only to find a place to park 2 blocks away (a major no-no in SP). Once we had seen the (slightly scary) clowns, gotten about 3 slips of paper describing the charities we would be supporting by stuffing our faces with junk food, and been cavassed for scores of other donations and purchases, we made it in the doors. The lines! My God. The children. The noise. The chaos. The STRESS.
10 nuggets, 1 lost toy, 1 lost and retrieved hat, 20 slides down the slide, and an ice cream treat later, I found myself bribing the lad out the door with a trip to blockbuster and the purchase of a Hot Wheels car. Perhaps freezing my ass of at the beach might have been a slightly better proposition this past weekend, but the experience of it all was one for the books.