Everyone is hungry. Our 6pm bacon-and-mushroom spaghetti dinner seems to have dissolved entirely.
In the car, I promise the kids the usual monastic spread of cheese on brown bread, cornflakes with milk, steamed corn and peas, grapes, hot Milo. The good stuff.
KK, caught up in his euphoria at having the whole brood home, chimes: What about Macs?
I think we all need the occasional crazy sinful spurt, where we break the rules and just do what is not kosher. Kids particularly enjoy it: Sleeping at midnight, TV uninterrupted, Macs.
It’s a good day. It’s the last day of school for Day, the start of his holidays, he’s got his report card, he’s just done his swim test, we are one day nearer to our Darwin jaunt.
Heck. So I permit it. And I indulge in it.
This is what makes life happy, man. The once-in-a-blue-moon Macs feast. (I think this also means that the kids will forever associate Macs with happy family moments)
We do a takeaway and everyone tears into it.
And by the way, I note that while the prices of everything else in Singapore is going up, Macs meals have become cheaper (the heartlander Auntie cashier helpfully tells me that prices were just slashed and it’s all very worth it).
A 9-piece Chicken McNuggets meal with fries and a drink is $6.60. A 4-piece, I think maybe $4.50. Not only at lunchtime but throughout the day!