Yesterday I went to my six year old niece's ballet recital.
Apparently, they had been practicing for weeks and she was very excited/nervous about it. They were performing an adaptation of Peter Pan in front of an audience of over four hundred.
'What is your role?' I asked, when I arrived.
'A cwrocodile.'
Now, I know you're thinking that is the equivalent of being a tree but, I'll have you know, she was a sensational cwrocodile.
And she stood head and shoulders above the other seventeen cwrocodiles.
(That is a complete lie, they all looked exactly the same. The only way we could pick her was cause she was the shortest and was grinning like a loon).
Our cwrocodile was on stage for about two minutes.
And it was worth every second.
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Aha! SPRUNG! I see that Q un Q's sproglets were also Cwocodiles. I suggest there is a Blog Cartel in operation...
Heh, well deduced! I did sit beside him, after all.
However he really can't count, cause there were 17 of them. He'd be useless at estimating a mob of sheep.
A mob of sheep? You have gangster sheep down there?
The 2 minutes sounds just right - I get the maternal cold sweats at these things!
Heh, I've never considered the 'mob' connotations of our 'mob' term !
What about the 'Stratford Theory of Numbers' ? He got the Crwocodiles total, er, totally Rwrong.
The Stwatford Theory of Numbers gets an epic fail on that one !
That's assuming your count was correct, LK. You might have been seeing double after a hard night.
You can be such a bastard, Stratford. Are you sure you were awake ?
Svetlana must have made a typo and got her numbers back to front.
That last photo is going in my weird pictures folder. I think it's fabulous, in a WTF kind of way.
Hiya Keko! I think you're referring to the next post, but I am SO agreeing with you on the back-to-front number.
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