My sister saw one of those and brought me one because she thought it was a kinder egg. It didn’t serve the same purpose. Felt hollow, empty. A pale imitation. An abomination wearing the skin suit of something I love.
I’m being dramatic, but I really didn’t like it. Thank you for trying to introduce it to me. I actually really appreciate it.
Kinder eggs were big when I was a kid in Mexico. They used to cost 10 pesos and I’d occasionally get them as a treat or for my birthday. I came to the states when I was 8 and it’s been 16 years and even though I have no desire to ever go back home I really do miss kinder eggs. Maybe because they remind me of home? I’m overtly sentimental when it comes to this.