Ok, time for me to confess, I have a bit of a soft spot for Smurfs. It all started when I was hunting the app store for a game like Populous (if you don’t know it you’re too young!). A game called ‘smurfs’ appeared as an option and, as you do when the app is free, I downloaded it to try. 18 months later I’m completely, smurfily, hooked. I have 433 smurfs plus Papa Smurf, Smurfette, Marco Smurf, Clumsy Smurf, Handy Smurf, Baby Smurf, Vanity Smurf, Lazy Smurf, Farmer Smurf, Nat Smurfling, – you get the smurfy idea. My Smurf village now smurfs across both the mainland and the tropical island and Scifi hubby and I have conversations that go something like:
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Scifi hubby – “Hello dear, how was work?”
Me – “Good thanks. How are the smurfs?”
Scifi hubby – “They’re busy growing melons”
Me – “Why melons”
Scifi hubby – “Because that’s what Papa Smurf wants”
Me – “And the island?”
Scifi hubby – “Papa Smurf has smurfs in the jungle for 5 hours and the bottle has sent a raft out for an hour so the others are growing magic blueberries and the palms trees are growing bananas. What’s for tea?”
Reading that back it sounds smurfily crazy even to me. And it gets worse – if the iPad beeps to say the smurfs’ crops are ready to harvest one of us will smurf to sort them out, even at 2am. Who needs smurfing kids!
So imagine my smurfy delight when Scifi hubby came home with a bag of edible Smurfs! Papa, Smurfette, Clumsy and Brainy all made out of jelly. Cue lots of Scifi hubby jokes as he licks Smurfette…
The whole smurfy gang
Papa Smurf
The lickable Smurfette
Brainy Smurf and Vanity Smurf
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