Tag: Chick-fil-A
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I Really Want That
She’s only a year old, so she hasn’t had an abundance of sugar. She hasn’t fancied much food in general. Until she discovered ice cream. I was at our local Chick-fil-A with two of my daughters and a handful of grands. The world has developed a desire for its nuggets, but they also have a…
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Pleasure And Pain–Is There A Difference?
John was out of town, and three of my sons-in-law were at a college soccer game. Which left my daughter and me with five kids. Dinnertime. Not feeling in the mood to cook–I’m not sure I ever feel in that mood anymore–we decided to take the kids to Chick-fil-A. Family Night. A master of balloon…
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What’s So Special About The Sauce?
I’ve found myself in cow country a lot lately. Not the pasture, dairy farm, huge herd type of moo land. Chick-fil-A. The big kids are beyond the kid meals. Eating them only whets the appetite, never satisfies. Isley is still enamored with the play area and ice cream to focus much on real food. Ryken, at…
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Good Cow, Bad Cow
You’ve gotta love a place that caters to kids in a way adults can enjoy. I was at Chick-fil-a with Heather, the girls and Ryken the other night. On Tuesdays, they have family fun night. Singers. Folks making balloon animals. Face painters. Clowns. A little circus in a very small, contained space. Isley could barely…
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I’m Gonna Lick This Thing
We had a girls’ outing to pick up Melody from the airport–and her baby girl bun-in-the-oven. Heather and her two daughters were with me as we gathered Mel and her things from the airport and headed for a place to eat. Lunchtime, and no one had eaten. We had a chorus of grumbly bellies.…
Tip of My Iceberg 