Wednesday, 23 May 2012


Sam has switched his feather duster obsession to paintbrushes, a smaller, more portable and certainly more plentiful commodity in our house. It is the first thing he asks for on waking and the last thing he puts away before bed. Woe betide those who try to prise his treasure off him, plaintive cries of 'Plaint....Blush ....Pleeaaze will ensue relentlessly until you yield. Initially I started convincing myself he was destined to be the next Klee or Kandinsky but the little fellow is not in the least bit interested in using them for what they were intended, no, The Noodle just wants to carry them around, poke them in to his pockets or rub them gently on his cheek which unfortunately means my expensive sable* brushes are the best find of all.

*Imitation only. No Sables were harmed in the hands of The Noodle.

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