Lesson in Hygiene

so for literally years we have been driving past the 'star' house to go to the grocery store, etc. the star house is carl's junior, and the boys are fascinated with the stars and huge, 2 story indoor, playland you can see in front. ever since my mission to the south, land of fried, i have cringed at fast food. the smell of grease when i enter the door stops me in my tracks...not to mention the stuff is a detriment to healthy eating! i finally gave in and we went to the star house for fhe. we'd been telling bridon maybe, maybe if he goes in the potty, and he is completely trained, so there you have it. but, imagine the grease smell, mixed with pee...

even ben was leery of the food and circumstances (his hand-breaded chicken somethings were filthy). and, what you say, i should know better and go to a cleaner fast food joint playland? how was i to know? i mean, i did have ben with me...he should be able to give tips on the food situation at least, right? the food was nasty and the playland was stinky. it sealed the deal for us to never go again when i looked thru the mesh wiring, and a huge hair ball stared back at me with pieces of fast food stuck to it. blu-uck!!! i doused the boys in sanitizer and e was not allowed to even sit in the high chair, our laps only (that was ben's rule, not mine, it was that bad!)

when we got in the car, this is what we heard (they did have fun though)...
bentley: why were some people talking different in there?
us: they were speaking spanish, like rogelio
bentley: well, why did everyone in there smell funny?
us: what do you mean?
bentley: they were stinky...like they might have forgot to wash their bums

i suppose an fhe lesson was indeed learned. our body is a temple, right? :) :)