I fully respect that my kids should be individuals separate from me with their own opinions and stuff. See also: the Big Kid will be performing at two dance competitions and a cheer competition next weekend and I haven't whined at all. Yet. I mean, I will end up whining because that's a lot of things that aren't my cup of tea, but it all makes her happy so WHATEVER.
She's allowed to be wrong about glitter and sparkle stuff being fun, just like I'm allowed to be wrong about how very fun creepy dolls can be.
This time, however, my children have taken it too far. THEY THINK GAS STATIONS SERVE REAL FOOD.
It's awful. Somehow, somewhere along the line the two of them have gotten the idea that Sheetz is a legitimate place to go get a meal. They feel the same way about GetGo. THEY ARE WRONG.
Gas stations are for gas. Fast food restaurants are for fast food. Just like I'd rather not get gas from a fast food place, I don't need food from my gas place.
I don't know how to undo this horror, but I'm going to find a way. Because NO. When I say, "Where do you want to stop for dinner?" I do not need the two of them to unanimously vote for a gas station.
