All weekend we've been stalked by a three-foot psychopath.
He's really only been interested in terrifying one person.
Scaring the bejesus out of my baby!
He ensnared her in a psycho tango.
So, in an effort to distract him, I thought I'd introduce him to a French lawn game.
Okay, pick any colour. Blood red's fine by me.
I'll take the pretty blue one, and you hold it in your hand like so ...
... And try and get as close to the little wooden ball as you can.
But, my endeavours to sway his evil influence was to no avail ...
My beautiful baby had been transformed into a hideous zombie creature!
So cute! You must beware of the zombies.
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it could happen to anybody, so watch out who you play with! (that was so hysterically funnyl!)
ReplyDeleteJeez - that first shot just freaked me out!!
ReplyDeleteOur little one was turned into a zombie this week too, with the help of a swim hat - they are so hard to wear!xx
I am going to have nightmares about that psycho tango. But I love it.
ReplyDeleteIt's so nice that your psycho has made himself a new friend. What a resourceful little zombie he is!
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! :)
ReplyDeletei love that your label is "children looking scary".
ReplyDeleteYour little psycho is very resourceful making his very own friends whatever way he can. Psycho is as psycho does.
ReplyDeleteYou never fail to make me chuckle. That photo of Martha screaming is priceless! Defintiely one for the family album.
ReplyDeleteNow you can't have it both ways are you playing petanque or bocce, wars have been fought over less. Loving all things psycho though.
ReplyDeleteBoys! Always trouble. But as long as Martha is enjoying herself that's fine with me!
ReplyDeleteIf there is a prize for the Best Blog Headline Ever, you've just won it.
ReplyDeleteLove a psycho tango!
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