It was never my intention to become a doll-napper just part of the job. It began quite innocently the day I brought home 3 20in dolls to use in our classes. I didn't expect my 4yo son, Tyler, to become attached. He promptly named them: Grace, Perry, and Harry. Grace and Perry were identical and the typical Gerber-baby fare but Harry stood out, with his mischievous squinty eyes and subtle smile. It was love at first sight.
From that day on Harry was Tyler's baby. He came with us to the supermarket, birthday parties, Babies R Us (where I was persuaded to buy him a pair of sandals)...Tyler took excellent care of him-washing his face and hands, feeding him, always securing him with a seatbelt while in the car and changing him into pjs before tucking him in each night.
Then came Class 6-the Parenting class..
There were 4 couples in the class-we needed all the dolls we could get, there was just no way around it. I had to "borrow" Harry-what choice did I have? Unfortunately Tyler didn't agree. Running late and expecting some resistance (I learned this back when I asked to borrow his lunchbox for our breastfeeding class), I thought I could perhaps borrow Harry without Tyler knowing. It was noon and Harry was still in bed, I'd bring him back in a few hours and Tyler would be none the wiser, right? Wrong.
I scooped Harry out of bed, stripped him (in prep for class) and placed him with the others in my trunk. I was so close...but I had forgotten a poster and while I ran back into the house to get it Tyler (who had been playing with his sister infront of the house) walked by the open trunk and spotted Harry. There was his beloved Harry, naked in a huge ziplock bag with those other dolls...the horror! He promptly rescued him just as I came outside. A chase ensued. A chase through a sprinkler, in which Harry was dropped. Now naked Harry was also wet and streaked with mud.
I begged, I bribed, but it was no use-Tyler would not let me have him. I am not proud of what happened next, but what choice did I have? I was running late, I had 4 couples, I *needed* that doll! So I hurried into the house, put on Flushed Away, handed him an ice cream cone, lifted the now-forgotten-Harry off the lawn and ran like he!! Into the car and away we went.
I got quite the "talking to" when we arrived home and I have since purchased enough dolls that this shouldn't happen again. My doll-napping days are over.
From that day on Harry was Tyler's baby. He came with us to the supermarket, birthday parties, Babies R Us (where I was persuaded to buy him a pair of sandals)...Tyler took excellent care of him-washing his face and hands, feeding him, always securing him with a seatbelt while in the car and changing him into pjs before tucking him in each night.
Then came Class 6-the Parenting class..
There were 4 couples in the class-we needed all the dolls we could get, there was just no way around it. I had to "borrow" Harry-what choice did I have? Unfortunately Tyler didn't agree. Running late and expecting some resistance (I learned this back when I asked to borrow his lunchbox for our breastfeeding class), I thought I could perhaps borrow Harry without Tyler knowing. It was noon and Harry was still in bed, I'd bring him back in a few hours and Tyler would be none the wiser, right? Wrong.
I scooped Harry out of bed, stripped him (in prep for class) and placed him with the others in my trunk. I was so close...but I had forgotten a poster and while I ran back into the house to get it Tyler (who had been playing with his sister infront of the house) walked by the open trunk and spotted Harry. There was his beloved Harry, naked in a huge ziplock bag with those other dolls...the horror! He promptly rescued him just as I came outside. A chase ensued. A chase through a sprinkler, in which Harry was dropped. Now naked Harry was also wet and streaked with mud.
I begged, I bribed, but it was no use-Tyler would not let me have him. I am not proud of what happened next, but what choice did I have? I was running late, I had 4 couples, I *needed* that doll! So I hurried into the house, put on Flushed Away, handed him an ice cream cone, lifted the now-forgotten-Harry off the lawn and ran like he!! Into the car and away we went.
I got quite the "talking to" when we arrived home and I have since purchased enough dolls that this shouldn't happen again. My doll-napping days are over.
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I love it! Classic!
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