little ones.

Dikken's legs have become a little floppy and now he can't sit properly. Got to think of a way to fix that.
I hate when I manage to break toys that are so old (Dikkens will be 40 next year). Ok, maybe it was not my fault. The material that gives support to his legs is not the best in the world; it feels like cardboard, but I'm not sure. And I don't know wheter he's spent all these years sitting still wearing his joints out or carefully packed inside a box. Whatever. Just pains me to see any cycle ending in my hands.
Oh drama queen.