In The Category of "Strange Scenes At McDonald's"

We're at the outdoor play area at McDonald's, where we rarely go but we needed to get some "food" into BigSister fast after a family event that went on too long. I'm waving the bees off the food and suddenly we hear:

"Get your legs together! You don't want to show everybody your stuff. You're starting kindegarten soon and you'll learn to put your legs together. All those nice dresses I bought you."

"Actually," I say to my husband "She only needs to learn to put her legs together before high school."

But it keeps going. "PUT YOUR LEGS TOGETHER. You are showing everybody your nasty stuff." The volume increases. Is there anyone not looking at the mother at this point? Because, really, no one cares if a five-year-old shows her underwear on a playground. It happens. I wouldn't have noticed at all if it weren't for the yelling. The daughter I can see out of the corner of my eye, and she's rolling around in the middle of the play area avoiding putting on her shoes. The mother looked like someone who might have looked normal before got so worked up, but in her frenzy she needs some kind of sedation. And "nasty stuff"? Positive body-image, please.

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