The kids and I have developed a pretty good routine for spending relaxed time together. C has a bunch of wooden trains in his room that he loves to play with. I sit by the bed and read stories to them while he and his brother switch between playing with the trains and interacting with me. It’s a surprisingly fun time that usually involves singing, dancing, stories, and trains. Really, what could be better than that?<\/p>\n
We were doing that last night while J was getting dinner ready. At one point, C stumbled across a little toy foam shark that he has. It was roughly the same size as the trains, so he started pushing it around the tracks. <\/p>\n
Train shark! <\/p>\n
His brother found a similarly sized toy fish, and suddenly the train tracks were an undersea public transportation system for foam fish. I was laughing at that and reading Barnyard Dance, when suddenly he picked up the shark and zoomed it over to me. <\/p>\n
"Oh no! Watch out! The shark’s going to bite you!" <\/p>\n
I dropped the book and prepared to run, saying "Oh no!"<\/p>\n
He slowed down before he reached me. "Better say McDonald! The shark’s going to get you! Better say McDonald!"<\/p>\n
Confused, I just looked at him and said "McDonald?"<\/p>\n
He laughed and zoomed the shark away. I looked at N to see if he knew what was going on, but he was back to playing with the trains. I stared at him for a bit, trying to see if I could figure out what "McDonald" was.<\/p>\n
Then I spotted C sneaking up on me with the shark in his hand. I shouted "McDonald!" and he zoomed the shark away agan. <\/p>\n
This continued until J called us for dinner. He’d fly the shark over to bite me – sometimes sneaking, sometimes just running fast. If I didn’t say "McDonald", he’d poke me with it and say "Oh No! The shark bit you! Better say McDonald!" <\/p>\n
The only "McDonald" I can think of is the one behind the golden arches. <\/p>\n
I have no idea what (or who) C could be talking about.<\/p>\n