Every time you have McDonald's as a kid, it's a victory. Every time you have it as an adult, it's a defeat.

You're not truly a parent until you've crawled through the McDonalds urine tubes to pull out a crying child.

The cashier at McDonald's was more than happy to warm up some Diet Coke for my baby's bottle.

This baby at McDonalds may have started the screaming competition, but I guarantee I'm going to win it.