A few days after the Constructor Fair, we realized we couldn’t live without the plush carrot we had fallen in love with.  We contacted Steff Bomb and picked the little guy up.  Actually, it’s a birthday gift for someone.  So before we mailed him off, Mr. Carrot came with us on a few adventures this weekend.

Mr. Carrot inconspicuously jumped into our grocery bag and followed us home.  He’s very sneaky.

“‘Allo!”, Mr. Carrot said, in a carroty French accent.

“Hrlp!”, Mr. Carrot cried in a desparate attempt to escape his inevitable yet delectable fate.

Mr. Carrot was on his way to freedom but was suddenly distracted by the attractive sign for great deals.

It was nice knowing you, Chicago.  Sacramento, here I come!