Friday, 26 March 2010
Ok - so they look like some sort of bizarre branch of the klu-klux-klan here (the one where they catch you then put you in an icecream container with some rocks and leaves and little holes in the lid then accidentally leave you in the sun for two days). But I was actually inspired to post this photo as I had planned a few hours of updating my cakewoman website while the gang played together. Instead in the last 30 minutes alone I have been asked to untangle two balls which were tied together, find the mallet and bang the totem tennis stake into the ground, answer some questions about death and then make butterfly catchers for people out of walnut bags. sigh. Can't they just play tidily and quietly by themselves like we used to - every day, all the time? What's the bet there is going to be some incident involving blood in the next 1/2 an hour?