History lesson time!
Jay moved into this house (the one we currently live in) in August 2002.
We did not live together until our wedding night (all together now, "Awwwww!!!!")
When I moved in in June 2003, our house was, in every sense, a bachelor pad. Complete with a Keg-o-rator. No, I'm not joking.
My sweet mom tried to help me make the house look more homey, and bought a bunch of cute items to help decorate. One of the things she bought was a little miniature manger scene. I loved it. The figures are no more than an inch tall. I have displayed it every Christmas for the past 9 years, and I always put it in the same spot: right on a shelf (that is at kid level, mind you) in the hallway.
Thankfully, Ethan never broke it. He played with it, but it always ended up back on the little ledge intact.
Then came Allison. Allison played with it, too, and while she never SEEMS overly aggressive with it, I can't help but notice some changes. Here, I'll let you look and see if you can see what I mean: