Daddy/Hubby is ALWAYS Right!

I have been told that I'd "better blog about this one", so here I am.

Hubby has been coming home early this week to help me out at home, which is awesome. I normally have lunch ready when he comes home but last night was a long night of screaming Junior and a long morning of screaming Booger making me much less interested in actual cooking. So I decided we would take a little adventurous trip to the McDonalds Playland. Hubby was not so thrilled with that idea.

Why, you ask? Because they are disgusting festering pools of germs and trailer trash that our child doesn't need to come in contact with. At least that's what he thinks. However, me being the voice of reason and intelligence in the home I won the arguement and said there was nothing to worry about. That I see mom's with kids just like me in there all of the time. So we went.

We were pretty much done eating our lunch when a group of kids we were in there with yelled down to their Mom that there was Poop in the playland. Yes, POOP! Someone (child or otherwise) actually took their own feces and placed it (or smeared it, we'll never know) in the Burger King Playland.

Needless to say, Hubby is feeling quite vindicated this afternoon and I have been knocked off of my "Voice of Reason" throne. Thank goodness Booger was crabby and didn't want to climb up inside to play!