I hate McDonald's on so many levels....and yet, I still on occasion take my children there because it makes them "happy."
Today was one of those days where after running 23 errands, I just felt bad for the toddler strapped in his carseat for the last 3 1/2 hours. He can't really keep himself busy by reading a novel or listening to NPR. I wanted to let him get his wiggles out and have some food.
This is pretty much what Izzy looked like when we went to McDonalds.
Even though I dress him in "boy" clothes (football jersey's, skeleton shirts, Thomas the Tank shoes, pretty pink dresses - ha ha, caught you on that last one ), because of his hair, people always think that Izzy is a girl. What do I care? I know the kid has a penis. I really don't give a shit what gender people think he is.
So I go up to order the stupid happy meal and this conversation ensues:
Worker: "What can I get for you?"
Me: "A happy meal with chicken, ranch sauce, fries and a chocolate milk."
Worker: "Do you mean chicken nuggets?"
Worker: "We are out of ranch."
Worker: "Do you still want the chicken nuggets?"
Worker: (looking at Izzy and then slowly back to me) "What kind of toy do you want?"
Me: "What do you mean?"
Worker: (not knowing if Izzy was a boy or a girl) "Ummm....do you want a girl toy or a boy toy?"
Me: (looking at a picture of toys offered) "Hey buddy! What kind of toy do you want? Do you want a car or a doll?"
Izzy: "A doll."
Me: "He wants a doll."
Worker: "Ummm...just a minute."
I see said worker summon her Manager. She then asked the Manager if it was OKAY to give a doll toy to a boy. NO SHIT! The Manager after looking over at me and seeing the absolute R-A-G-E that was forming across my forehead and down through my piercing eyeballs of fire, she (and I think reluctantly) said "yes."
Now granted, I think the worker may have been a little. on. the. slow. side., so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. But the Manager?
After Izzy ate his nutritious meal of fried chicken fat, we then sauntered outside to a nice afternoon of parallel play with two other three-year olds that were engaging at playland. A Grandmother kept saying to her grandson, "Gunner, go play with that nice little girl." Gunner finally came over and barely whispered "hi." Izzy quite loudly said, "Hi. Nice to meet you. Want to go down the slide?" The Grandmother came over to talk while Gunner and Izzy played and asked how old my daughter was.
I said..."He's three."
She said..."That's a boy?????"
"But he has a Disney Princess doll in his hand and long hair." Grandma astonished.
I mused..."Yes. He does."
And I kid you not, I have never in my life seen a woman take off from somewhere so fast! Her big Grandmotherly butt high-tailed it out of there with a screaming Gunner in tow. All the while she was saying to Gunner: "But don't you want to go to Cabella's and get a cammo hat?"