The It’s Not Easy Being Green Dancers prepare for their upcoming command performance of Anne Geddes WTF: Geddes Gone Burlesque.

Performance is all about presence…

Confidence…

… and kick-ass costuming.

Dude. You gotta wear the pasties. I have a reputation to uphold.

You’re takin’ pasties for the team, Frog.

Gimmicky, yes, but it draws the crowds: PussyFrog Doll

YES.

I put pasties on my baby.*

I am a Bad Mother. I make no apologies.

(And, yes, I am an abuser of helpless toys. Kermit will doubtlessly require years of therapy to recover from the damage of being coerced into prancing about as a skank ho-phibian. Again, no apologies.)

And. Am hungover. Last night was TO mommyblogger debauchery, and all that buffing and vodka tonic slurping knocked me (already struggling with a cold) on my ass. It was all that I could do today to lift a hungover finger to upload exploitative pictures of my child and her amphibian dance companion.

Full report, with photos, tomorrow on MamaBlogsToronto.

In the meantime, seriously – what did you do (what would you do) with all those leftover pasties?

*You asked, Dawn. I delivered.