Today at day camp, the kids had a visit from Ronald McDonald. Ben came out of this naked attempt to cultivate young fast-food customers with a slight misperception: He said they saw Old McDonald. (No mention of a farm, or a quack quack here or there, or a string of vowels.)
Back at home, Ben's been launching various "promotions." He knows Happy Meal toys are promotional in nature, but hasn't grasped the meaning of the word. At times, he arranges a zillion stuffed animals on his bed so that they're all looking the same way with their dead, plastic eyes, and announces the event: "Mom, there's a promotion in my bedroom. Come and see!" Who can resist?