Mr. Wonderful arrived a few Christmases ago when I was looking for the perfect man. He is 12" tall and runs on batteries. When prompted, he offers to carry my packages at the mall, tells me I am beautiful in the morning, begs to rub my feet - you get the picture.
I have two. One has a miniature banjo that plays Dueling Banjos. The second is banjoless and will remain so until Jacqui returns it. Seems to be an awful lot of thieving from Mary Sunshine.
It was stolen from me not the Salvation Army. Even Jacqui has some limits.