Min-ja's

Ok, so Christmas was coming, and I, like every other thoughtful mom in America was trying to do the last minute shopping for my kids. Foster, my 4-year-old, specifically told my husband that he wanted min-jas. Let me translate: he wanted those tiny little plastic ninjas that you get at CiCi's pizza when you put your coins in that quarter eating, toy holding, rip-off of a machine they have in the back by the video games. Are you all hanging with me here? So, 2 days before Christmas, while I was out running errands, I decided to stop by CiCi's and get the min-jas. I scratched through my purse and came up with 6 quarters (pretty good, I thought) while I sat in the CiCi's parking lot. I walked in the door and waved at the manager, "I'm not here to eat, just here for ninja's." -as if everyday a mom walked in for the same reason. So, I walked to the back and started pumping in the quarters. Honestly, I think it ate every other quarter without giving me a min-ja. "UGGGGGH!!! I just want my min-jas!" I had to go to the manager so many times to replace my lost quarters, that he finally came back there with me and watched as I used the last batch he had given me. After about 20 minutes, I left with a half a dozen min-jas and a great story to tell Foster one day. I got home and carefully placed them in the tin spiderman pencil box I found at Hobby Lobby, (the perfect min-ja container, by the way), and I wrapped them all the while imagining the look on Foster's little joyful face when he opened them. And he delivered. The min-jas were a hit! They went on our post-Christmas trip with us, and I even think most of them made it back home to Texas, too. The things we do for our kids!