Proof We Live in a Small Town

Today I had the privilege of traveling (out town) with Matthew, Katie, and Larah. Our plans included going to WalMart to do some grocery shopping, stopping by a McDonald's to order a snack for the girls (they were given McDonald dollars for Valentine's Day by their really sweet and thoughtful Mamaw D.), and then on to see Baby Sam at Ms. Laura's.

Katie was curious as to what order we were going to do our errands. She kept asking me about going to the Chinese place. After her asking about 5 times, I became a bit irritated as to why she kept asking about Chinese. There was absolutely no Chinese place mentioned in my plans. I had already told her time and time again...WalMart, Mickey D's, and Laura's...in that order.

Finally after listening to her (not only hearing her but actually listening to her) I realized that she thought McDonald's was a Chinese restaurant. I'm pretty certain that goes to show we don't get out much. My 4-year old doesn't even know about McDonald's. Do we live a sheltered life or what???