This post is about Chick-fil-a.
I do not care to argue over politics, religion, etc.
That is not the goal of this post.
I just want to share a story about my sweet babies.
Things are so black and white to them.
Things seem so easy through the eyes of a child.
I think this a quality we all cherish most in our children.
I took the girls to Chick-fil-a last Wednesday.
I stood in line with 8 million other people to pump my kids full of processed meat and a load of fat and sodium.
They enjoyed it.
Going out to eat, just the three of us, is a treat. I rarely tackle that situation by myself.
Caroline asked from the backseat, "Why are we going to Chick-fil-a tonight?"
How to explain freedom of speech to a 6 year old?
This is going to be tricky...
"Well, because the man that owns Chick-fil-a said something that some people didn't like. You see, whether you like something or not, you can say it if that is how you feel."
"So, he said something ugly?" I am sure a slew of curses were going through her head.
"No, but people are being ugly to him. They don't like what he said and they are not going to eat at Chick-fil-a anymore."
"I don't know, Big."
"Whether we like what he said or not... that has nothing to do with Chick-fil-a. Let me see. Hummm... what is my favorite color?"
"Yep! I love orange. If you tell me you don't like the color orange, I am not going to get angry and not be your friend anymore. That would be mean. It would be ok for you not to like orange. That doesn't mean that I can't like the color orange."
We are getting way off course here.
Obviously Bug was listening to this in-depth conversation.
She chimed in... "So, the people are mad because they don't like his lemonade?"
Oh, if only it were that easy sweet, innocent child o' mine.
While adults seem to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, kids only care about lemonade.
Oh, if we could be young and innocent again... there would be world peace.