Charlie’s at the point in his life where he likes to go with me when I have to run errands. Most days it’s a happy father-son mini-adventure. Today’s voyage had a few more twists and turns than normal. And Sir Charles missed his afternoon nap. And lunch. Let me tell you up front that Charlie was asking for french fries before we were in the vehicle.
The itinerary looked like this:
Drop off my guitar and gear for worship team rehearsal (so I didn’t have to carry it in later)
Meyer Dairy for milk and ice cream
Pick up Isaac from the middle school
Pick up Levi, Lilly, and Josie from the high school
Swing by Chick-FIl-A to support Calvary’s Philly Serve trip, and to eat mor chikin
Charlie was pretty cool until I hopped out of the truck at the church to drop off my guitar. He spotted the church as we came up the hill and wanted to get out and go inside. I literally ran inside to drop the guit; by the time I returned to the truck (30 seconds?) Charlie was crying pretty hard. I managed to distract him, singing some goofy made up song, asking him about the things we could see out the window–future dads, file that away.)
By the time we’d made the rounds and were in line for that delicious chikin, he was almost beside himself. I heard “french fries and hamburger” about a zillion times before we got home. It got worse once the food was actually in the car.
He was pretty hungry, having passed on lunch earlier in the day. I’m pretty sure he ate at least 7 nuggets once we got home.
They say that hunger can help you focus. I’m not sure that it’s supposed to make you start chanting “french fries and hamburger,” though. Especially if you’re eating chick-fil-a!
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