Bloody Kids

[poliphilo]

Someone just gave me a Kinder Egg. You know, one of those chocolatey things with an ingenious plastic toy inside. When the kids were small I used to buy them Kinders so I could build up my collection of Kinder toys. They were weird, surreal, they were like things out of Hieronymous Bosh. But the kids had other ideas. They wanted to play with them. they wanted to disassemble them. They wanted to lose the constituent parts. Bah. Childhood is wasted on kids.

My new Kinder toy is a fat-faced queen- in fact she's all face- she doesn't have a body- on rollers. You can push her around- whee! Ain't that amazing! I'm gonna keep her on the mantlepiece.

And you! Yes, I'm talking to you! You can keep your sticky little fingers to yourself!

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

What you get is a chocolate egg. Inside the egg is a plastic container and inside the egg is a toy. As huskyteer points out, the best toys require some assembling. If you follow the instructions carefully it's unlikely that you'll eat the queen's wheels

I think Kinder is a German firm- and clearly the same national imagination is at work as produced the Tales of Hoffman and the Brothers Grimm.

[sorenr.livejournal.com]

Well; these days Kinder is actually owned by Ferrero (as in "You're spoiling us, Mr. Ambassador...") of Italian origin.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Ah, so my mental image of a production-line manned by svart-elves in the depths of the Black Forest may be a little out of date....

[sorenr.livejournal.com]

I apologise for robbing you of your illusions... Think Pinochio-style Italians instead! (With / without strings...)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Driven on by a cruel ringmaster-type with big mustachios and a whip. Yes, it all makes sense....

[sorenr.livejournal.com]

I apologise for robbing you of your illusions... Think Pinochio-style Italians instead! (With / without strings...)