thing. I give those parents credit for striking the right balance between caution and
socialization, not an easy thing to do these days. As I was leaving McD a few mornings ago, a
little voice pipes up with “Bye!” I turn and it’s a little girl, sitting with her mother in a booth.
I say “See ya later, alligator.”
Giggles. “I’m NOT an alligator,” says she.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I lift up my sunglasses. “Oh yes, I can see now that you’re a cheeseburger.”
Funniest thing she’s ever heard. “No I’m NOT!”
“Well, you’re in MacDonald’s. How do I know you’re not a cheeseburger?”
Another storm of giggles. “I’m a girl!”
“Oh, thank you for clearing that up. I wouldn’t want you to go through life thinking you’re a
Amid more hilarity, and a glimpse at her smiling mother, I make my escape.
“Bye-e”, she calls out again, waving. I walk out into the morning sun, wondering if I look as much
like a Happy Meal as I feel.