Is Ronald Real?

I took my little kids out for lunch yesterday. I like to surprise them at school every few months to say "Put away the sandwiches--we're going out to eat!" Which is always followed by children jumping upside down yelling "Oh, McDonalds! Oh McDonalds!" So off we went to Rotten Ronnie's, "home of the golden salt lick."

As we were sitting there munching down beef, I remarked to the children how Ronald McDonald looks remarkably like Aunty Bonnie. Of course that's only on the days she puts lipstick on without a mirror, or when she wears yellow, but the resemblance is undeniable.

"In fact," I told the kids, "We met Ronald McDonald when we were kids and Ronald told Aunty Bonnie that her hair was just like his." I didn't tell the kids how Bonnie insulted the guy by pointing out that her's was real and his wasn't because I worried that might crush their image of him.

"Ronald is not real," Graham giggled while he swivelled in his yellow chair.

The other two kids silently waited for the verdict to come, staring intently at me.

"Of course he's real," I gasped, "I met him right in this restaurant years ago."

Graham still did not believe it, and does not believe it because as he puts it, "Ronald McDonald is not in the Bible!" He has a point.

This morning my husband told us both something that I didn't know. But this little secret of his made him all that more attractive.

My husband knows the lady who cuts and dyes Ronald's wigs. He went into a long impressive story proving that his friend is Ronald's hairdresser. Pretty impressive--and I sleep with this man! (Michael, not Ronald.)

"Do you believe it now Graham?" I asked.

"No."

So until I find it in the Bible, I think that will remain his final answer.