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One of the joys of teenaged children is the solving of family mysteries. Who broke your antique cookie jar ten years ago might be confessed during a family dinner as your teens choke on their green beans with laughter.
I was given a rag doll when I was two. Forty five years has not been kind to it, yet it is the only childhood toy that I truly loved and when I look at it I feel cozy inside. Think Jessie Doll feelings of attachment.
Evidently when my children look at it they see a crazed murdering figure that may or may not come to life at any moment.
My youngest daughter once told me that she liked it too so I gave it to her and told her she could play with it at anytime. Yesterday it was revealed to me that she only told me that she liked it because at the time she was afraid it had heard us discussing it. She was trying to flatter and appease it so it wouldn't exact horrific revenge.
Doll appeasement, and at great price because I was so excited that she actually liked it that for a time I placed it lovingly on her bed.
My 8 year old son heard our conversation and revealed that he and his younger brother both find it, "really freaky, especially the way it sits high up on the bookshelf and looks around," furthermore he confessed, with a nervous head-twitch towards my bedroom door, it is why neither of them like to go into my bedroom.
Ah, another mystery cleared. I had noticed the mad dash my two youngest always use when they have to fetch something from that side of the house.
So- young mothers, one day probably at a holiday dinner, you will discover how and why your son really cut his hand (perhaps while making carrot puppets with a butcher knife) or how that the garage trash can "spontaneously" caught fire (spontaneous- meaning tennis-can cannons) Most importantly, if you want your kids to stay out of your bedroom; buy a doll.
One of the joys of teenaged children is the solving of family mysteries. Who broke your antique cookie jar ten years ago might be confessed during a family dinner as your teens choke on their green beans with laughter.
I was given a rag doll when I was two. Forty five years has not been kind to it, yet it is the only childhood toy that I truly loved and when I look at it I feel cozy inside. Think Jessie Doll feelings of attachment.
Evidently when my children look at it they see a crazed murdering figure that may or may not come to life at any moment.
My youngest daughter once told me that she liked it too so I gave it to her and told her she could play with it at anytime. Yesterday it was revealed to me that she only told me that she liked it because at the time she was afraid it had heard us discussing it. She was trying to flatter and appease it so it wouldn't exact horrific revenge.
Doll appeasement, and at great price because I was so excited that she actually liked it that for a time I placed it lovingly on her bed.
My 8 year old son heard our conversation and revealed that he and his younger brother both find it, "really freaky, especially the way it sits high up on the bookshelf and looks around," furthermore he confessed, with a nervous head-twitch towards my bedroom door, it is why neither of them like to go into my bedroom.
Ah, another mystery cleared. I had noticed the mad dash my two youngest always use when they have to fetch something from that side of the house.
So- young mothers, one day probably at a holiday dinner, you will discover how and why your son really cut his hand (perhaps while making carrot puppets with a butcher knife) or how that the garage trash can "spontaneously" caught fire (spontaneous- meaning tennis-can cannons) Most importantly, if you want your kids to stay out of your bedroom; buy a doll.
I submit to you a lovely photo of "Boopie". Freaky? I think not.
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