"You have not lived until you've taken Danny out to eat."

These were the words Colonel O'Neill told Sam, and she'd believed him.  Danny Jackson was cute all over, and she was certain taking the little boy out to eat would be fun.

"Mickey D's! Mickey D's!" Danny had crowed when Sam asked him where he wanted to go for lunch.  So off they went to the Mecca of small children, and Danny had gotten his coveted Chicken McNuggets Happy Meal.

Upon opening his bag, the first thing he grabbed, naturally, was his toy.  Blue eyes pled with Sam to open the packaging, and within minutes, the toy car was zooming across the table.  Its motion was accompanied by an assortment of sound effects including engine noises, screeching tires, honking horns, and epithets hurled at imaginary drivers.

After one particular comment which caused nearby patrons to snicker, Danny to beam proudly, and Sam to blush and make a mental note to remind the colonel to watch his language around his impressionable son, the car was confiscated for the remainder of the meal.

"I'm out of Kool-Aid," Danny sulked a minute later, having noisily slurped the last of his drink through his straw.

Resisting the urge to sigh and roll her eyes, Sam got up with his cup, walked over to the fountain, and refilled the drink.  When she returned to the table, she placed the cup in front of her thankfully-only-temporary charge, then sat down to her own Double Cheeseburger.

Which was, suspiciously, now lacking the fries which had once accompanied her burger.  They were here a minute ago! she wondered to herself, brow furrowing.

She looked up just then, noticed Danny's over-stuffed cheeks, and found herself on the receiving end of a grin full of masticated potato.