Marty

When Bryan and I get McDonald's I generally get a Happy Meal. If the children's toys seem baby appropriate (no small parts or scantily clad barbie-like dolls), I order a normal happy meal. You can also request a "toddler toy" which is specially designed for the younger crowd. Unfortunately this is usually a Ronald McDonald toy, which Anna doesn't seem to mind but is somewhat troublesome to me. I do not particularly like clowns. Anyway, the Madagascar toys that are currently being offered seemed like something that would be both safe and enjoyable for Anna. We purchased a Happy Meal a week or two ago and we received "Marty" the plastic zebra. When Marty is given a good shake Chris Rock's voice says either "Hollah at your boy!" or "You guys are crazy!" Anna thinks this is pretty funny. Marty is currently a designated car toy, but I really must remember to bring it into the house. Anna usually drops poor Marty within about sixty seconds, and he is destined to remain on the seat of the car for the rest of the drive. Every single time we go over a bump the thing talks. Drives me nuts. Ahhh... motherhood.