We took a road trip this past weekend and stopped for lunch at the place Josephine calls "Old MacDonald's."
She calls it that because she doesn't know any better. And I won't correct her. It's a cultural gaffe I find hilarious and heartwarming.
My kid flunked American Culture 101 and I couldn't be more proud because it means that so far, I've been able to keep the claws of greedy marketers off my children.
"It's not Old MacDonald's, Josephine," her big sister chided. "It's McDonald's."
Ok. So, the five-year-old knows the real name. But she doesn't know their chief marketing tool: Ronald McDonald. I showed Esme his picture this morning after I read that 96 percent of U.S. schoolchildren can identify him. The clown ranks second only to Santa Claus, for crying out loud. I've been watching "Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution" lately so it shouldn't shock me that a fast-food mascot is nearly as well known as Santa. But it does. It really does.
Then I got to thinking...
Santa owns the hearts of children everywhere because of what he brings them: toys! My children spent the first 30 minutes in the car after lunch in a delirious state of heavenly bliss because of the toys "Old MacDonald" gave them. Observe.
Methinks I see claws settling in.