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And why couldn’t I?!
Life wasn’t fair!!!
Maybe I should explain . . .
For my first Christmas, my big sister got a doll.
Well, to be honest, so did I.
But hers was amazing.
Dressed in a gorgeous pink satin dress with tiny white socks
and adorable little shoes, she was the most beautiful thing
I had ever seen. She had Auburn hair, like my sister and a
cute little face with eyes that opened and shut.
AND SHE COULD WALK!!!
No word of a lie. If you held onto her hands, she could walk!
She was perfect.
Now, I must admit that I recognized none of this when the doll
first appeared in our household.
My recognition of her perfection happened a few years later.
When I discovered this treasure sitting in lonely glory on my
sister’s bed.
Did I mention lonely?
Now there’s something I should probably point out here: there
were two things I could not stand to see when I was little.
1. A naked doll. (Just imagine how cold they must be!)
2. A lonely doll. (Oh, the poor thing!)
Okay, yes, I had issues, but I was nothing if not sympathetic. A
lonely doll was just asking to be played with. Even if one had
been told – many times – to LEAVE MY DOLL ALONE IT'S JUST
TO LOOK AT!!!
Pfff. That was just silly. Why would anyone have a toy they
didn't play with?!
I scoped out the neighbourhood, than scooped the treasure
off the bed and proceeded to walk her all over.
Do you know how many baby steps it was from one side of
my sister’s room to the other?
A lot.
We played happily for some time.
Or at least until discovered by my sister.
Usually said discovery was in the form of: “Mom! Diane’s got
my doll again!”
Whereupon (good word) I would answer from somewhere
under the bed: “Do not!”
This went on for months.
Until I discovered that one could actually buy horse
models.
Of every colour and breed.
And in all different sizes.
After that, my sister’s little beauty remained in lonely glory
on the bed.
And the sisterly conversation in her room changed to: “Mom!
Diane’s got her horses all over my floor again!”
And me, again from under the bed: “Do not!”
Sigh.
I love the way kids think. Only two of them in the room, one upset, and the other didn't do it.
ReplyDeleteLove the 'do not!' from under the bed. So funny.
ReplyDeleteOf course, none of your children ever did anything like that, did they? Too funny.
ReplyDeleteThis so makes me wish I could talk with my brothers again.
ReplyDeleteAh, sibling rivalry. I never had a sister with whom to have such run-ins.
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