Paige Pwned: A bedtime tale

Once upon a time lived a sassy, vibrant, smart-as-a-whip preschooler named Paige.
Paige and her mom made semi-regular pilgrimages to the highly overrated city of St. Cloud in order to visit her loving grandparents.
Paige's mama, chronically late and disorganized, was racing to St. Cloud in order to meet the grandparents on time.
She forgot about dinner.
So Paige said,
"Mama... I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggets."
At which time, chronically late and disorganized mama sighed heavily. Then pulled off the interstate to find the nearest Golden Arches.

[Scratchy noises emanating from the speaker.]
"Can I help you?"

Paige's Mama: Uh, yah, could we please have a 4-piece McNugget happy meal with apple dippers and a milk?

Paige: No, Mama... chocolate milk.

Paige's Mama: sorry, there. Make that a chocolate milk, please.

[Pause; additional scratchy noises from the speaker.]
"$3.46, pull ahead."

Paige's mama pulls the car to the first window. A tall, gangly, pimpled boy whose voice has obviously not finished changing, peers dourly out the drive-thru window.
"$3.46."

Paige looks inquisitively at the McDonald's employee.
"Hey." she says.
"You should really use your manners. Mama, he's not very nice. He didn't use his manners."

Paige's mama grins wickedly.


Thank you, St. Cloud McDonald's boy. My 3-year-old PWNS you.