On a roadtrip, in a greasy cafe somewhere in the middle of America, there is a gumball machine that holds a position in Toddler's mind akin to Buddah, or Abraham, or Mohammed. Trying to have breakfast while stopping Toddler spilling coffee, throwing eggs on the floor, and damaging unattractive cafe decor we put a quarter in the machine and out rolled a little container. What's in the container? A small rubber mouse. Or a MOU! MOU! MOU! (pronunciation goes awry with excitment) MI! MI! MA! MA! (pause) MOU MOU!
And since then, every time we see a gumball machine, clearly labeled that the contents are unsuitable for the under-3's, Toddler begs for a Mou. We put a quarter in and we get a rubber snake, lizard, earwig ect, and Toddler is happy for the rest of the day. Toddler is not especially inclined to eat plastic, and Mum only feels mildly guilty for giving in to begging.
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