I was in a McDonalds recently, just about to get my happy meal on (head hanging in shame) when I witnessed something even lebih disturbing than my total loss of dignity to a sugar/carb craving. There was a little boy in line ahead of me (who we will call Damien for the sake of this article) who had “a fit”. I’m not a child psychiatrist, but I did take a developmental psychology course at BU in 2001, so I’m going to go ahead find myself qualified to diagnose Damien with ADHD.

Damien’s mother had ordered a McFish Filet, which anyone who frequents McDonalds should know is going to take...