Max, aged 5, was fascinated to meet the Rock Family who llive in our kitchen, on the wine fridge.
Normally very quiet and well behaved, these cute little characters are given to partying late at night and get very drunk, running around the house, making mayhem wherever they go….. or so Max believed!
Each morning, he’d get up, check them out and count them – to make sure none of them were missing.
I did laugh when the glue holding them men down, must have given up and one of the little stones was lying on the side, away from the rest of the family…. Max was delighted that one of the gang had been naughty and I wasn’t going to spoil his enjoyment!