Perfectly Imperfect

Max was a bit of a perfectionist when he was smaller. He needed things to be just so, or he'd get frustrated and angry. He has, I believe, overcome a good deal of his need for things to be perfect. He's a sloppier, messier and happier child. So when his gingerbread man arrived on his desk at the christmas party with its leg broken off, Max just rolled with it.

Max's Gingerbread Man of Imperfection