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celebration
noun/
the action of celebrating an important day or event.

"So, where are we going for dinner, number one swimmer E-V-E-R" Mum asks as we drive through town, trying to figure out what my celebration dinner will be.

"What about..." I ponder. "Aha, Mc Donald's" I smile, making up my mind.

"Yay, I love Doctor Donald's" Max happily agrees with me, using the name Doctor Donald's instead of Mc Donald's because our G.P is named Doctor Donald, and somehow Mc Donald's got the nick name.

"Firstly, I don't think our doctor would allow you to eat such rubbish" Mum adds her opinion in on this debate about where we should go for dinner.

"Yes he would, he's related to Mc Donald's" Max interrupts, tapping his head as in motioning for Mum to not act so daft.

"Oh Boy" Mum mutters under her breath, probably trying to think of a possible way of explaining to Max that Mc Donald's fast food restaurant is not related to our doctor; Doctor Donald.

"Well, I say we should go to Doctor Donald's, because it's my special night" I say, my head held high.

"But all it is, is deep fried chicken fat" Mum says, pretending to gag.

"Two against one, sorry Mum" Max and I smile in victory.

"You just rhymed" Max claps, referring to; one and Mum, as they sound alike.

"Not quite bud" I smile attempting to give Max a hug as we are still in the car.

"Doctor Donald's it is then" Mum sighs in defeat.

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We push through the big glass restaurant doors and the minute we enter the restaurant we are bombarded with a, fattening, oily, deep fried, fake flavouring smell. Delicious.

"Kill me now, so I don't have to suffer" Mum says sarcastically, holding her nose, so she can't smell anything. Who wouldn't want to smell this? It would put every Perfume out of business, bye bye Coco Chanel, Taylor swift, One Direction perfumes. That is, if there was Mc Donald's perfume.

"Joy to our noses" Max chirps.

We go and line up in the line which is not that long, Hurray! "Mmmmm my mouth is watering" I say staring at the burgers being handed out to the customers in front.

"Ew, my stomach is churning" Mum says in disgust.

"Stop acting childish, or you will be sent to the naughty corner" Max scolds Mum in a teacher like way.

I stifle my laughter by bringing my fist up to my mouth, but it doesn't stop anything as I start to have a giggle fit.

"I got that one from my Teacher, Mrs Crab butt" Max says proudly.

"Max, do not speak like that about your teacher" Mum says astonished.

"Ah, excuse me" The man at the counter interrupts "Are you ready to order?" The Man says, glade that he finally got our attention.

"Oh, yes I'm sorry" Mum stammers as she walks up to the counter "I will have a salad" Mum says smoothing out her hair.

A what now? You don't go to Mc Donald's for a salad! I think I might have to get her arrested... 111 yes we have a salad eater at Mc Donald's.

"And I will have chicken nuggets and chippies" Max says, jumping up and down trying to see the Man at the counter as he is to short.