Mr Freeky Bug Eyes

3am is roughly the time of Edens 2nd nightly feed. I race through to the microwave for zapping the milk and I always feel guilty about 'Mr Freeky Bug Eyes' staring at me for 30 seconds.
He's shoved in a clear plastic box wanting a loving owner to take him out and make him. But I just can't bring myself to let the kids play with him because I have a problem about the amount of play-doh thats supposed to be for his body.
Piddley tiny teeny amount of 3 naff colours that will not do Mr Freeky Bug Eyes justice. So NO - he's staying put until I get more play-doh (no.56 on my list).

The kids? Oh they'd be over the moon to play with Mr Freeky Bug Eyes.... but he's staying put!