Some of you may recall that my 20-year-old son happened to see my car at a large shopping mall over a year ago and took that as an opportunity to have some fun. He moved my car, thus scaring the heck out of me, because I thought someone stole my unicycles, which were in the car.
Well, I still haven’t found the perfect way to get even, but he has somewhat redeemed himself. Awhile ago, he made arrangements with a friend traveling to Austria and managed to get me nine Kindereggs!
In case you don’t know, Kinder Uberraschung Eier or “children surprise eggs” are wonderful chocolate eggs that measure about two and a half inches. They have a capsule inside the hollow center that contains a small toy. They aren’t sanctioned in the U.S. because our officials think we’re a little too stupid to find the two-inch plastic capsule inside the egg and would therefore eat that and the toy.
Kindereggs are a unicycling tradition. At some Twin Cities club practices, a rider could set a personal goal for that session – a Kinderegg Challenge. If the rider made it and demonstrated it, he or she received a Kinderegg, compliments of Andy Cotter. I was able to earn two eggs in about 900 practice sessions.
For any club leaders out there, the Kinderegg Challenges were great. Nice incentive to really work on a new skill.
There’s a bunch of web sites that show the various toys if you want to see them.
In one egg I got the coolest little mouse. It’s a series of toys related to the Internet. This mouse is standing with a little broken window and reading a book called “Windows fur Anfanger.” There’s tiny print inside the book: “Sie offen das Fenster durch 2 mal Ankicken mit der Maus, Das Anwendungsfenster liegt num zweigeteilt vor ihnen.” (I don’t know how to type the umlauts.) I know that means something about opening the window with the mouse.
And so, I’ve partially forgiven my son for that little incident with the car. In fact, if I got another dozen eggs or so, (Hello,. . . Jeff?) I might even forget the entire incident ever happened . . . which means I probably would not actually act on my plan to shave the hair off of one side of your head while you’re sleeping . . . .
Anyone else have Kinderegg toys?
Carol
Minnesota