It was a typical Saturday spent shopping with my mom, then, except when I offered to buy her a Burger King kids meal. Naturally, she wondered aloud why the hell a 69-year-old woman would want a goddamn fast food meal for children.
"It means lunch for you", I explained, "and a Snoopy toy for me." As I have indoctrinated every last member of my immediate family into the Snoopy Collection Army Unit 21740-23, Being For the Benefit of JJ, she instantly understood the urgency of my request and duly committed to the consumption of some unpalatable gruel to make her youngest child happy. Truly, mothers sacrifice so much. Especially mine. This is why I love her. Except when I don't. Which is never.
This booklet was on the BK counter. I like the back, which among other things encourages children to act more canine. Hey, they're already eating slop.
And here's the toy. Flying Ace. Isn't it glorious?
I hope mom doesn't get sick of kids meals every Saturday. I'm getting all eight of those toys, damnit.
Burger King Peanuts Snoopy
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