In the name of portion control, for the first time in my 51 years I got a happy meal. The smart phone app even let me choose the theme of my toy.
(I could have opted out, but where’s the fun in that?)
My pick? Jurassic World, betting on the hope I’d receive a dinosaur to dress up my little indoor ‘fairy’ (read: zombie) garden. Heh…
|Enter, if you dare...|
That box has theme park ‘doors’ you can open. Tucked inside were my hamburger (the bun was oversized, but oh, well), apple slices, and the cutest little box of French fries I’ve ever seen. Also, a giant egg!
|A Carnotaurus egg?|
Dino even has moving parts. Yes, I am easily amused.
Did your parents ever buy you a happy meal, or you do so for your children? And why did I wait so long?