New Rule.

With J out of town for work and a busy evening ahead of us I decided that McDonalds was on our dinner menu. We ran a quick errand and then stopped at Mickey D's for what some would call a 'gourmet' dinner.

Gourmet? You ask.

Well, the way these kids order you'd sure think so.

I'd like a cheeseburger with no onions or mustard. Says one.

The other pipes in with another request for a different burger.

And sometimes, usually just when you think you know what they're going to order, these said special orders change.

So is it any surprise that tonight when I arrived at the table with the tray, one of the sandwiches had mustard but no pickles.

I wanted the pickles, but I didn't want mustard. Pipes in one child.

I believe that smoke really did come out of my ears when I heard this.

Let me tell you, that would have been the day that I would have tried to special order something at McDonald's as a kid. My parents would have looked at me like I'd fallen off the turnip truck.

New rule. I started, after switching sandwiches with said child.

There are no more special orders. You order a hamburger, or a cheeseburger, or a McChicken, or chicken nuggets. I don't care what you order. But it comes how it comes, if you don't like something on it you scrape it off. End of story.

As that smoke was coming out of my ears, my future was flashing before my eyes. I was envisioning standing with four children and ordering four different sandwiches specially made at McDonalds and I just wanted to scream.

To be quite frank, I almost did scream.

That's why I'm being completely honest when I say there are no guarantees we'll be back at Mickey D's anytime soon.