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I seem to have traded George in for a Ninja Turtle!


This is the cheeky chappy I picked up from nursery today.

Just for a change I arrived bang on time to pick George up (more luck than judgement as I'd been out for a walk with Freddie and a friend of mine). As I waited for George to come out I was passed by a few kids with their faces painted - including one of Georgie's two best buddies. He was done up like a Turtle (Donatello apparently, the purple one). And I just knew that George would be a Turtle too! I turned to my friend and said "bet you anything he say's he's Michaelangelo!"

Sure enough George came bursting out of the nursery with a green face and orange eyes! (Yes I know it looks red in the photo). "Mummy! Mummy! Look! I'm Mikey! I'm a Turtle!!!!"

One seriously happy boy!

Until bed time and it had to be washed off. And it really did.... after an afternoon at home, and his tea, it was less Ninja Turtle and more Horrific Zombie! He had snook up behind his dad to show him his Turtle face as soon as daddy had come home from work. Unfortunately Hubs was on the stairs taking his boots off and in the half light saw a small, green, melted face loom up at him with biiiiig red eyes. It was not the response George was after - but he liked it anyway! Hee hee hee!

Poor George had a screaming fit at the face paint being washed off but eventually I calmed him down, reminded him we have face paints at home too (somewhere........) and we could do it again at the weekend. He didn't believe me until I pointed out that mummy paints her face every day for work, takes it off before bed, and does it all again the day after.

I think I'm going to have to dig out those face paints!


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