McLittles

I stopped by McDonald's last night to get some vids from Redbox for girls' night.
The place was pretty dead, the evening weather being so nice probably meant people were outside.

As I waited for Redbox to dispense 27 Dresses and Juno, I couldn't help but hear three wee-voices saying PINK ICE CREAM PINK ICE CREAM.

PINK ICE CREAAAAAAAAAAM!

I looked at the counter, where three mini-brunettes with glossy Posh-hairdos stood peering over the ledge. They were completely stairstepped in height, from tallest to shortest. They looked identical.

The employee asked the woman with the girls, presumably their mother, or handler, if any of them were twins.

"No," she sighed loudly, "They are all 13 months apart."

The girls delighted in their strawberry milkshakes (pink ice cream) and ran to get first dibs on the booth by the window.

Their mom told the McWorker all she wanted was a large order of fries, and opened her wallet.

Fries? Lady, you shoulda asked for a Gin and Tonic, extra lime, Supersized.