More fast food problems

My wife phoned Friday night while I was still at work.
“How are the kids doing?” I asked.
“Fine, I brought them home Burger King so they are happy.”

She then went on to explain the logic of the purchase by telling me that my 16 and 14 year old had not had fast food in a long time. I mentioned that she came in with a Wendy’s bag on Wednesday night. She countered that the bag only contained French fries and therefore didn’t count. As regular readers know, I object to fast food on health and cost reasons.

On Saturday, Michael and Danny played in a double header that started at 3 p.m. Shortly before 1 p.m. , I fired up the gas grill. They said they each wanted one hamburger. There were also various side dishes available, but they opted for just the hamburger although I think one of them had a few potato chips.

When my wife came home shortly before they left for the game, she told them she would have sandwiches ready between games. I was at the first game, which ended a little earlier than expected, between 4:30 and 5 p.m. My wife never arrived with sandwiches and there wasn’t enough time to run to Subway. Oldest son Michael stepped out of the dugout between games and asked: “Where is our food?”
I explained that his mother was still food shopping and that I didn’t have time to run and get him anything before the second game started.
He remarked “Good planning,” and stomped back to the dugout. He pitched the entire second game and didn’t give up any earned runs so withholding food clearly did not hurt his performance.
After the game they both stopped and talked to my wife for a second and then approached me. I started to compliment Michael on his pitching but was cut off.
“We are going to Taco Bell,” he said.
Danny joined the gathering and as we were walking through the parking lot I asked: “Is anyone riding with me?”
“Not unless you are going for fast food,” Danny replied.
I wasn’t so they jumped in their mother’s van. Michael got food from Taco Bell, Danny from McDonald’s.

This probably sounds like a rehash of my rant against fast food but there is new wrinkle. About a month ago the family made another cost cutting move, scaling back on my dry cleaning. I now spend about an hour a week ironing all my shirts. It’s not the time that bothers me. It’s the fact that White Way Cleaners does such a better job. When I pick up my shirts from White Way, they look crisp. The shirts I iron look soggy.
By the way, the cost of dry cleaning my shirts for the week is less than one meal for both of them at Taco Bell, Burger King or McDonald’s.
Should I suggest that I resume having my shirts dry cleaned and they cut back on fast food. Or am I making too much out of my sons eating fast food on Friday and Saturday.
Let me know what you think?