fantastic plastic

pickle and i had dinner at chick-fil-a tonight because we had to go straight from work/school to dance camp and i hadn't planned ahead and packed dinner.

as we sat down to eat, she loudly proclaimed, "we don't have any real money so we had to pay with a credit card!"

figuring that she wouldn't understand the concept of transacting for rewards earn, i resisted the urge to justify it.  the other peeps eating at the cow thought it was hysterical.