17 April 2006


I was visiting my grandparent's house for dinner and visiting with a guest that was there. She ended up giving me a kinderegg. I hadn't seen a true kinder egg since I lived in Sweden. Yes, it's chocolate, which I am not fond of, but the best part is that inside is a small toy that you put together and it does things. My toy this time was a lady (she looked like a cross dresser to tell the truth) whose head would shake back and forth when you rolled her on her wheels across the table. Mom got a flower that grew. The travesty is that in the States, you can't buy these because the kinder eggs here are toyless. Something about them not being safe for small children who might put them in their mouths. Such fond memories!


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