The power of a certain fried vegetable

Yesterday, for her special birthday treat, we took Keira to McDonald's for breakfast. "What do you want to eat?" we asked as we got out of the car. "Chips!" she said as we walked inside, and I choked back my indignation as I hoped no-one had also heard her request. Surely there's a line drawn on how early it is to be socially acceptable to order fries? It would not be 8.30am in the morning. Then as we got into line, a father and son lined up behind us. "What do you want to order?" asked the dad. "Chips!" said the boy. Is there nothing kids won't do or say to get the taste of potato, laden with trans-fats? This post is dedicated to my best friend from high-school, who had her baby boy (she guessed it!) last night---not that chips have anything to do with babies...except when you're pregnant and you're craving them, like I did, with Keira....where am I going with this?!?! Congratulations, M.