We took a copy of The Three Little Pigs out of the library a few weeks ago. I am still not sold on the merit of some of these classic stories, but it really struck a chord with the Noodle. He likes to be the wolf and wants me to be the little pigs. Besides blowing the houses down, his favorite part is when he tries to lure me out to pick turnips. Today he found a few turnips in the fridge and put them in this little felted bowl for me to carry back from the garden (aka flannel blanket) during the game. The turnips were too pretty snuggled in there not to get a picture.