Crocky's sinister side

Every Friday, my daughter's primary school teacher decides who has been the 'star of the week'. Said star then gets to take Crocky home for the weekend and the parents children are expected to keep a journal of everything that you Crocky gets up to. It's the biggest honour and I must admit, even through my skepticism of competitiveness in schooling, I was over the moon for my 5 year old who was shedding tears of joy when she presented him to me. However, it has meant that my weekend of cbeebies doing nanny duty whilst I recover from my throat infection is out of the window as I am forced to do lots of amazing activities so that, in the journal at least, it looks like we actually have a life beyond work, washing and walking round the block for a breath of fresh air. We've been putting together a load of photos (thank you lord for easy editing and collage apps on the iPhone). I thought this one caught Crocky in his most sinister of moments, eyeing the ducks up in the muddy shallows of Brereton Lake.