Katharine Elizabeth Photography {the blog}

I got to spend an hour with this little guy last weekend:

Now that is some serious blonde cuteness right there.

Little Elliot was adorable and agreeable in every way. I kind of wanted to take him home with me.

But it’s probably good that he’s not my kid, actually.

Because I’d never be able to say “no” to a face like that:

I’d say “yes” to his every whim. Our house would just be stacked to the rafters with puppies and ponies and balloons and candy.

You know, as a life-long, native Minnesotan, I’d really like to tell you that seeing this out my window this morning — on today, the 11th day of spring — didn’t bother me:

I mean, I’d really like to tell you that.

But I can’t.

There are oh-so-many reasons not to let your kids eat at McDonald’s, you know?

And really, we try to avoid it. But occasionally, we get sucked into the fast/easy/playland-ness of it. We know it’s not healthy, but there we are … nuggets and chocolate milk in hand.

However, I now have one more frightening reason to not let your kids eat at McDonald’s:

This is the Happy Meal toy that one of my kids received.

And I know it’s a character from a movie, but still … that is just downright creepy.

McDonald’s must have done their market research, though, because the kids still like it.

Go figure.