The chair has split open in three places, the little girl is now doing a back-bend over her dad's arm, which has caused her leg to crack (almost break off completely), his arm couldn't handle her acrobatics and cracked, and his crotch cracked. Thankfully he's made of sugar, so nothing inappropriate is visible. It is a pile of sugar good only for the trash. Which is a shame. I really worked hard, and thought it looked pretty good.
He has no idea the pain he has inflicted on my soul. He just sits there. Smiling like the moron he is.
And this little wench? Don't even get me started on her. I think this whole thing is her fault.
Can I just say?
I won't be paying them any final respects when I throw their treacherous little sugar bodies in the trash.