About 4 years ago.. my now 6yr old got this little dolly and fell in love. He named her Shirley. Him and Shirley had alot of adventures.. I even found her in the freezer once. When I asked "Why is Shirley in the freezer?" His reply was "Because she likes it." Well, after living in the desert, I can't really argue with that. I've wanted to crawl in the freezer a few times myself.
Cute dress she has on too - not sure where that dress went, but it's long been gone.
Now - before you think I let my 6yr old son carry a 'doll' around.. let me just say that she spends most her time in a toy box. But occasionally she gets pampered, wrapped in a blanky and rocked... like any good Daddy would do.
Fast forward to about a week ago.. He informed me "Mom, I don't like Shirley anymore - can you put her in the donation box?"
I quickly responded "NOOOO... we can't give Shirley away.. she's a part of the family."
He walked away and I assumed that him and Shirley would "make up" and things would be back to normal. Boy was I WRONG!!!!
I was driving home the other day and spotted something in the road on the side of our house (we live on a corner lot) and there was Shirley... laying in the road.
But this was after he played tug-o-war with her, tossed her in the dirt and took all her stuffing out of her middle. Poor poor Shirley!! She looked horrible.. breakups can do that to a girl!
So, I cleaned her up.. restuffed her.. and stitched her closed.