With Easter over I don't suppose it matters that these little chicks and rabbit are so damaged. Some missing eyes, others limbs and the rest irretrievably contorted or just plain squashed. That's what happens when my little nephew takes his basket of chicks to bed to snuggle and they end up wrapped up in the sheets and crushed beneath his restless little body. They're still cute though.
5 comments:
so cute!
Oh i used to love those little chickens! Since im all grown up now i didnt know they were still around! Thank you for making me smile :) Kellie
I think your little nephew is related to my two youngest boys... You can't imagine how many things go to bed fine and wake up in pieces...
:)
Have a lovely week~
xo
They're like lil pastel monsters.
You are right, fuzzy chicks with those needle sharp feet and sugary Peeps. That's Easter for me. I grabbed a cup of tea and took my break with your blog. Thanks again for my peaceful moment.
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