I am SUCH a sissy about the cold. And y'all, it is cold. We've been feeling pretty cooped up since I'm unwilling to let my children (and myself) play outside when it feels like it's twelve degrees outside, so it was time to take a field trip.
Chick-fil-A, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I've never actually braved the Chick-fil-A ("Chicken House", as Phoebe calls it) playground on my own with both girls, but I decided that yesterday, it was time. And can I tell you that it was an absolute pleasure? Chick-fil-A was slammed yesterday with other moms (and a slew of preschoolers), but I have seldom received service this good anywhere... and I mean anywhere.
The employees were all delightful. A friendly gentleman delivered our meal to our table, helped me situate Nora in a high chair, and affixed little placemats to the table for each of the girls. Later, he entertained us (and other tables of small folk) with his bird whistles. Other employees checked on us at least three separate times, offering refills, extra napkins, or waste removal. (Did I mention that I spent a whopping $6.30 on lunch for the three of us?) The restaurant was clean, and the many small children playing on the playground (and making noise in the restaurant) were treated as honored guests. This mama will definitely be taking her little ones back to play (and eat) many more times this winter!
Phoebe must have been influenced by all the friendly employees. Yesterday, I asked her to let Jake in, and she did so with great delight. When I told her, "Thank you," she caught me off guard with her response. With a smile on her face she said, "It's my pleasure, Mama!"
No darling, the pleasure is all mine!