Gunny loves McDonald's and my infatuation with their french fries has not helped the situation. We oftentimes drive by our local Mickey D's on the way to Grandma's and each time, it's a conversation over whether or not we can stop for "frenchy fries." Typically it's a "no" unless the weather is nice and I can run them hard on the germ infested playground to work off their nuggets. I don't feel so guilty letting them eat junk if they are getting a bit of exercise out of the process.

I expected the usual question as I drove by McDonald's today but rather than ask me if we could stop, he held his own conversation:

Gun-Gun: We go to Ickdonalds? Frenchy fries?
Gun-Gun's Other Side: No. No Ickdonalds ooday.
Gun-Gun: Wuhhyyyy?
Gun'Gun's Other Side: Cuz.
Gun-Gun: Ohhh tayyyy.

Problem solved, courtesy of Gun-Gun's dual personalities.