Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.
That jingle from a television commercial has been running through my head recently - resurrected from the memory vaults by a young'in that has been roaming our house recently.
Media Girl has been doing some babysitting to put some extra money in her pocket. One of the tykes she's been watching eats anything - whether it moves or not - and consequently has the physical appearance of a two foot tall Buddha.
It seems impossible that a child with a belly big enough to hold the face on a grandfather clock doesn't topple over on her own face. Yet somehow, despite an occasional wobble in her step, the little girl manages to remain upright.
I'm very nearly convinced that were I to tap against the back of her head, the baby would fall forward only to bounce right back to her feet.
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