The weekly post with extra pics, the excuse to be thin on the weekend around here, is extra thin this week. I have been too busy to pull my phone out of my pocket and take extra snapshots for you, Internet! I don’t know what you’ll do, but I’m sure you’ll soldier on. We’ll go with what we have.
I found these at Publix on Greensprings and they are inherently creepy.
I’m not sure if it is the unfinished nature of the beasts or that the rest of the top is rather lazily the same color. I suppose if your kids asked questions about it — inside the containers were all the parts you’d need to make your own classic farm scene — they might be just about ready to advance out of this age-bracket.
Of course they were placed at the proper eye level.
“MOMMA! MOMMA! MOMMA! I WANT THE CREEPY COW THING!”
She’s helping me grade things.
She has the amazing ability to only be interested in the one I’m grading at the time. Not any other stack of fake papers I could put out as a deterrent. “This one, hooman.”
