Watta Doll

Dear Readers,

She pouted.

 She begged.

She said,

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?"

She reasoned, using words like diligent, proportional and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

And in the end it was this that won me over - I can't help it, I am a sucker for a good vocabulary. Drop a 'incomprehensibility' into your conversation and I'm a goner.

--The big words and the vague reference to life with a nanny.

I gotta get me one of those!

Do you think Bee is too young to double as our Nanny?

Oh pooh, child labor laws, shildlaborlaws!

"Well officer, you see, it's part of our homeschooling curriculum...."

Don't lose your tail feathers, I'm teasing.

Kind of.

So we got her the doll she'd been asking for.

It's one of those interactive kind.

It cries, eats, giggles and messes it's diapers. In fact it is just like a real baby, exactly like a real baby. So exact-- ummm, you get the picture.

She hauls it everywhere.

Just when I get it put away, she has it out again.

It is one of those boy baby dolls.

She calls him Pip.

He is practically part of our family.

Watta doll he is!

And it turns out boys like to play with dolls too.

That's good because Bee and T-boy needed something else to fight over.

This doll is so realistic sometimes you even imagine he is speaking to you.

"Help me!"

Did you hear that? See what I mean? Weird, huh?

"I'm a real boy!"

[Start Pinocchio theme song]

Love,

Raimie