McFlurry.

This weekend Grammy, Papa, Mom, Dad, Logan and I all piled into the Lincoln and went to the Lake of the Ozarks for the afternoon. It was quite a cozy ride. I got the front middle seat, between Dad and Papa. Papa kept talking to me about my driving:
Papa: Julie and I made a deal about driving. She's going to drive 10 mph below the speed limit.
Julie: No we didn't, Papa. I said I would consider driving 10 below, but after some consideration, I decided I'm not going to.
Papa: I don't know about that. I got the engine of this car cleaned. It looks brand new. Mark, I'll show it to you when we stop somewhere.
We ate at my mom's favorite restaurant, On the Rise Bakery and Bistro. The menu was really fancy so Grammy and I had to interpret it for Papa. He wanted quiche (Grammy and Papa pronounce it "kish"), but they had already stopped serving breakfast. He finally chose a Bourbon Burger, and loved it. Mom was really worried he wasn't going to like the restaurant, but he said his burger was perfect. He cut off a piece so he could show us how well they did at cooking it. Plus, it had some shaved ham on top, and we all know how much Papa likes ham.
After lunch, we went to the outlet mall and shopped our little hearts out. Grammy is a really good shopper and could shop constantly for days if we let her. She looks at every little thing and loves it. Papa shopped a little, but then sat in the car. When my dad brought bags to the car, Papa popped out of the front seat and showed him how clean the engine is. I still haven't seen the engine, but I'm sure my time will come. He wants to take my car in to get the engine cleaned, but I'm afraid they'll find something else wrong with it. Poor SnowValentine.
On our way home, we stopped at McDonald's for a snack. We all ordered McFlurrys, but Papa got a vanilla cone (his usual). Right before he paid, he got nervous and decided to change his order to a McFlurry like the rest of us. While we were waiting for our food, Logan and I went and sat down and Papa came over and said: "These McCurry things must be pretty good." Logan laughed and said: "It's a McFlurry and they are really good."
I love McFlurrys. I asked Papa if he liked it, but he said he doesn't think he'll get it again. I guess he just really loves those ice cream cones. And the pies. While we were waiting for our McFlurrys, Papa bought 2 cherry pies. He kept telling us: "They're 2 for $1! Isn't that a great deal?" Papa loves McDonalds.