On the Thirteenth of December my Creation brought to me a wooden lord a sort of jumping…
…before crumbling into a heap on the floor. But he’s wooden, so it’s OK. And it’s the 13th. Not that I’m thirteenist or anything. Honestly, I’m not. I was born on a thirteenth.
The Mansionic Perspective 
Ha ha – It looks like he might have had rather too much of the ‘Christmas spirit’ 🙂
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You’re right, Chris… he does seem a little wobbly on his legs.
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A 13 baby…Hmmmm…Could that be why you choose to step out of the box and be different? Good thing you do! VK
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Thanks, VK. I don’t think I do it intentionally… it just happens! 😀
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LOL
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😀
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Oh, dear. And he started off so agile, too. But I’m sure he’ll soon pull himself together! 🙂
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I’m sure he will too, Diane. He’s made of sturdy stuff.
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