A few weeks ago my sister sent me this...
THIS out. It made me laugh out loud when I saw it. When I was a kid, I was hopelessly addicted to these little babies. I would spend whatever money I had sure that I was going to win the prize. It never-- I mean NEVER, happened. So it has become the family joke. When my sister saw this little version she bought it just for me.
It's been a few years (OK, a lot of years) since my claw days so I popped it out of the box and filled it up with treats. I figured it couldn't be that hard-- right?
Well, it was.
That hurt my pride. a lot.
I tried again and again and.... nothin'.
When the kids got home from school they wanted to try it out for themselves. I warned them that it was really hard and not to get too discouraged. Then I walked away and left them to figure my lesson out the hard way.
They never learned that lesson.
They just kept winning.
That hasn't been so good for my dwindling pride.