She's Bossy, The Queen of the Pack

You often hear little boys say they want to be firemen or policemen when they grow up. They like firetrucks and policecars all the while pretending to be those professions. Little girls will tell you they'd like to be teachers or mommies while they "teach" or "mother" their baby dolls. Macy Walker knows what she wants to be when she grows up too, but it's not a teacher, mother, nurse or any other traditional "female" role.

A: "Mace, what do you think you'd like to be when you grow up?"

M: "I'm gonna' be be a boss."

A: "Ohhhh, you're gonna be a boss? What kind of boss?"

M: "You know ... the boss of a company. The kind that has an office and tells people what to do."

Of COURSE I know! hahahaha

My Wish

Ba da bom bom-bom ... I'm Lovin' It!

Recognize that little jingle? Believe it or not, I DO let my kid clog her arteries with their food sometimes. Tonight though, the golden arches brought a taste that is bittersweet.

Macy was worn out from a swimming-filled, park-played, library-visited day and looked like she was on the verge of collapse when I picked her up from my in-law's. As we neared our home, she asked "Mom, do you think we could just go to McDonald's? I'm really tired. I just wanna' eat and lay down and watch TV." ... THIS is highly unusual for Macy Walker but I could tell she was worn slicker than hot pair of bald tires so I obliged on one condition; mind you I never thought in a million years she'd comply with my conditional McDonald's visit.

There's a Wal-Mart near our home that has a McDonald's just inside the door. I thought to myself, I'll agree to get her McDonald's if she'll go in there on her own while I wait in the car near the door. Keep in mind, that would require her barely seven-year old soul to carry money into the store alone, order her food correctly alone and get her drink ... ALONE! Here's what the conversation sounded like:

A: "If you'll go in there on your own while I wait right here, then I'll stop."

M: "Okay (shrugs) that's no big deal. You'll wait right here, right?"

A: "Yes. I'll wait right here for you. Can you do that on your own???"

M: "Yeah, it's fine. But I want apples so what do I say? Can I have chicken nuggets with apples?"

A: (still not really believing she'll carry out her "own" McDonald's experience) "Yep. That's all

you say."

M: " ... and for the drink, I just tell 'em I want a fountain drink, right?"

A: (I hand her a $5 bill) "You got it, a fountain drink."

About this time, I pull up at the doorway to the Wal-Mart. Now before any of you other parents wanna' police me for putting my child in stranger danger, I could see her from the glass door outside the Wal-Mart and I could see the entry to McDonald's so no child grabber would'a made out of there alive with my kid, mmkay?

A couple minutes pass & here comes my big, very proud little girl carrying her McDonald's sack, her fountain drink-of which she got herself too, and the change! I know all the other momma's out there with graying hair have been in my shoes but it's hard to believe my barely 7 year old baby doesn't need me anymore.