Say, say, oh playmate

Do you remember that song? It continues, "Come out and play with me, and bring your dollies three, climb up my apple tree..." blah blah blah. Some band actually came out with a rock version of it in the last little while.

Anyway, I wasn't the typical little girl. You see, I had dollies, but I kept them up on the top shelf of the closet, and at night, I would surround myself with my stuffed animals to protect myself from the freaky-eyed tiny people-impersonators.

It may have been because David used to rent the most horrible movies and I was privy to them, plus a combination of too many episodes of Twilight Zone, or the fact that those dolls wouldn't stop staring. Either way, I have never been a doll person.

When I was little, my aunt made me a gorgeous doll, a Bo Peep (Emily got Red Ridinghood, and I was always a little jealous. I also had a baby doll that was crocheted into a blanket...Eeya...). I humored her while she was in town, but as soon as she was gone, the doll went up into the closet, was turned around, and put behind a pillow. Why did I keep it? I don't know. It just seemed wrong to waste a perfectly good doll, no matter how creepy it was or how scared it made me.

Well, Eva has been showing "mother tendencies." She has been running around the house dubbing everything with a head and two legs a baby. Her most favorite was Joshua's lamby, but as soon as Eva showed interest in the stuffed sheep, Joshua became very protective.

I decided that perhaps Eva needed a doll. So, I opened my closet, reached for the top shelf, and pulled down Bo Peep.
"BABY!" Eva squealed, reaching for the creepy doll.

She gently kissed Bo, and cooed at her. She has been carrying her around, and as of today, has been trying to "feed" her. I don't know where she got that from. She will probably end up having 12 children.

I found Bo making her way through the cupboards this afternoon.

I guess she was feeling peckish after Eva doused her in juice.