Crocs

I feel for the wife sometimes. The other day, both the girls came home from school with buckets that some kind building firm had donated to every child. The task at home is to decorate those buckets so inevitably this means a lot of paper mâché for the wife.

I know she secretly loves it though and the impressive crocodile was finished this evening ready to go tomorrow (providing the boy doesn't get his gruppy mits on it)