Managed to capture Finn’s last crocodile tear before it joined the others in a feast of evaporation.

Can’t quite remember what the trigger was. I think it was because Mimi managed to grab the egg timer before him.

He milked it to the last drop. And managed to start the game of “Make it Guess it”.

As I type, 14 hours later, there is still a substantial amount of blue plasticine trapped under my finger nails.
Except for my left thumb. Which is nail-less.

I won.


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Good to the last drop


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