All in all it was a creative weekend here at Chez Soup.
I made a horse to go with the little wooden cart found in an op shop recently
Mr Soup painted the hallway (excuse bad photo ... poor light ... the green is much greener in real life)
and Son No. 1 enjoyed a little pyrotechnical expression. This is one of his bombs, photodocumented for posterity:
It starts off innocently enough
When the sparkler reaches the main body of the bomb it flares up and excites small brothers
Suddenly ... whoosh!
and finally the caps buried inside explode, adding a satisfying aural element to proceedings.
The dog whimpers, the audience applauds. The child bows.
We are so proud.