Kirsten and I were running late this morning. She had missed breakfast at daycare, so we stopped at, in Kirsten's words, 'McDonald's house'. When we got there she wanted a cheeseburger and frenchfries. It took me a while to get her to understand that they didn't make those for breakfast. So we got a big breakfast to split. Then she wanted her toy. Try explaining that. What is it with kids and McDonald's?