Mr 2kids gave me a rare treat yesterday.
A multi-pack of Curly-Wurlies.
They are TINY!!!!!
It's been a while since I have enjoyed this rare delicacy, and I was enormously excited . . . I ripped the outer wrapper open* and was immediately brought down to earth by the size of the inner wrappers. I was trembling when I opened this even tinier inner sanctum . . . to reveal . . . disappointment in a bar.
I mean - what the heck? The curly-wurley I remember was a foot long extravaganza of chocolate-covered toffee glory. This was like a worm you find dried up on the pavement.
What with this, and now America has put itself into the toilet and pulled the chain, I can't see the Horsemen of the Apocalypse being far behind. In fact, they're probably at the Drango Service Station at this very moment shaking their heads sadly in disbelief at the Mars Bars.
*Yes - with my teeth! You know me by now. What did you expect?