I spend my quality time with my son, one morning, in little garden in my neighborhood. My son, 15 months, celebrating his new skill, walking with no direction, I put my eye on him, I followed every step he took, then he leads me to this wooden creature. It looks like a struggle Giraffe that tried to stand up. In some point, well at least from my point, it also looks like a chronic version of Jeff Koons naughty dog.
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