I’m finally getting caught up with photos.
OMG—MOM?!?
Mr. Pickles thinks airplanes are so CLIQUEY
Mr. Pickles is already tired of looking out the window and wants to know when food will be served. Got some bad news for you, Mr. Pickles.
(More photos at The Chicken Game Flickr Group, which everyone is welcome to join.)
I would think that a closer representation of Mr. Pickles and his mom, um, Mrs. Pickles (?) would be a large pipecleaner. Though probably not as cute.
I love that it looks like Elizabeth is trying to have a little convo with one of the chickens!
Hah! Mr. Pickles Meets His Mommy could be a children’s book classic.
I’d love to play the Chicken Game, but where do I get my own adorable Mr. Pickles?
They have them at craft stores like Michael’s pre-Easter. Probably not anymore—although maybe AWESOME CLEARANCES??
Big hit with the under-five-foot crowd, as usual. Actually, the over-five-foot crowd laughed a lot, too. We Love Mr. Pickles.