Happy Meals: OKAY. I learned my lesson.

I thought I was doing a good thing by buying a Happy Meal for Maddie. I know how ridiculous that sounds because they’re so horrible for you, but I saw that they were giving away mini Madame Alexander dolls for the girl toy and it drew me in like a moth to a flame. I’m a sell-out and you may now feel free to curse my mothering practices.

(I ate all her french fries. Doesn’t that help my case a little? Yeahhhh, I know.)

I was expecting something pretty and girlie to come in that little cardboard box of artery-clogging death. You know, something of this nature:

Was I that lucky? HA, no. Justin actually bought her a Happy Meal on a separate occasion and ended up with the pretty Cinderella doll. Instead, I came home to my poor little daughter with this satanic looking thing:

I nearly crapped some sparkles, myself. Look at that thing! It’s eyes even open and close.

POSSESSED.