I wanna go there...

Everyday we pass McDonald's on our way home from school. It sits very inconspicuously (at least for me) at the corner of Alvernon and Speedway. For Turner, however, it is this huge, bright yellow box beckoning him to come in and enjoy the elaborate jungle gym like contraption that makes up the storefront. "I wanna go in there." He points, he waits patiently, and he nevers scoffs at my reply, "Why?" He rarely says more than, "Because." On one rare occasion he said that it looked fun or because he "really, really" finds yellow to be "special to my heart." A week ago yesterday, he told me he wanted to go in there and I smiled.
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Well what do you think they have in there?"
"Stuff. Yeah, they have stuff for kids."
"You're correct, they do. What else is in there?"
"I don't know."
"They have food in there."
"Yeah, they do." The light turns green and we move on down Speedway. "I don't like their food."
"Whose food do you not like?"
"That place. The yellow place."
"Why? Why don't you like their food?"
"I don't know."
"Well, then how do you know you don't like it?"
"Cuz last time Chair-a took me I didn't eat my food."
"Yeah? What did you do with it?"
"I took a little bite, but I didn't like it, yeah, and then I put it away. Chair-a threw it away."
"Oh. So then why do you want to go back there?"
"I don't know."

Tonight we are taking Turner to Chick Fil A - They have a jungle gym thing and, hopefully, their food is less likely to cause major coronary before we leave the parking lot. At the very least, we all LOVE their waffle fries because we've shared those before.