Chick-Fil-A: Eat More Chicken

I'll be the first to admit, Chick-Fil-A wasn't my favorite. Hence, the face when Mommy told me we were dressing up as cows to go eat at Chick-Fil-A. Obviously, I didn't share the same enthusiasm as my two siblings.

I mean, what's up with the huge cow? He's the most intimidating creature I have seen. I've never seen the fibers of Mommy's shirt so clearly before either. And, I'll be the first to admit, I don't eat their chicken. I eat grilled cheese.

But, then I realized a few things about Chick-Fil-A. First, they're kind enough to give me a grilled cheese. They don't force me to eat chicken. And two, I just realized in the past week I DO like chicken nuggets. In fact, I love them. Thirdly, their playground is awesome. Fourth, I get a balloon when I go. Fifth, they always tell me it's a pleasure to serve me...even though I manage to sometimes make a colossal mess. So, my feelings have changed...and I will proudly don a cow costume for a free meal. And, I may even resist the temptation to hide my face in my mom's shirt.

So, I proudly exclaim, "Eat More Chicken!"