Portrait of Grandpa Ron

To keep little hands busy while I was running around getting ready for my concert last Friday, I set the kidlets up with some cloves and oranges.  They started poking cloves into the oranges, and I got my hair curled. (I only do that about six times a year, for concerts)  The babyistter arrived and helped out the kidlets, and I zipped out the door to sing.  

Ya Ya decided she'd turn her orange into a likeness of Grandpa Ron.  I laughed so hard when I came home and found him on the counter.  I have to admit, it does strangely look a lot like him.