I know, fast food is the bane of American life . . . but when it is in the 50s in Florida for weeks on end, the play place is such a convenience! The only place in Key West with a playground was the Hurricane Hole, but here in Bradenton there is a plethora of options.
We have been here, what? Three weeks? Went to meet our good friend, Mel, at Chick-fil-a on Wednesday and as we pulled into the parking lot I heard Chris gasp in pleasure, "Play place!" He's already figured it out. Sigh. We are falling right into the fast food marketing trap . . .
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