In my excitement, I noticed that the kids were incredibly bored this morning. It was over 100 here today, and the kids were feeling like caged animals since it was too hot to do anything. I packed them up and we headed to Wonderscope Children’s Museum for a couple of hours, where Georgia proceeded to find several boys in the age range of 8-10 to follow around and play with. Dude! She’s falling for the older guys already? Some days, visions of the teenage years just scare the hell out of me.
After Wonderscope, we hit McDonald’s on the way home, where Eli desperately wanted an apple pie. I got apple pies for everyone since it had been so long since I’ve had one. They’re so different now! What happened to the McDonald’s apple pies of yesteryear? You know the ones I’m talking about! The ones that were deep-fried into a hard crunchy shell, and they were so freaking hot that you blistered your mouth when you bit into it and the boiling filling oozed out all over you. Damn, those were good! Is that sad that I prefer the deep-fried, hot-ass apple pies as opposed to the new mouth-friendly version?
And here is the new one. They're baked now! WTF?!