We were at Sweet Husband's parents' house, and someone pulled out an old Cabbage Patch. He was in rough shape--his leg wouldn't stay on and his hair was suffering from too many baths--but Little Miss lit up and started babbling like she'd found a long lost friend when she saw him.
"I would've never thought she'd like a doll already," I laughed with the assembled company, "But I guess it's time to go find her one."
"Don't," Little Miss's Awesome Auntie piped up, "I have one at home I was going to give away. Come take her."
And so we did, and life has been a little pleasanter ever since. Because "Baby"--as the doll has ever so creatively come to be called--is Little Miss's BFF, hardcore.
Mama needs to potty and Little Miss doesn't want to be put down? Where's Baby, she can keep you company.
Papa needs his hands free to help the Kid put together a train track? Here Little Miss, hang with Baby for a minute.
Baby's original outfit had some loose strings, so we tucked it away for later. That left Baby nekkid, so, of course, I had to go clothes shopping for her.
OK, had to might be a stretch. But let's just pretend I'm a respectable 30 something who isn't reliving her doll-lovin' youth through her daughter who couldn't care less, m'kay?
Look at those two faces, would you? Clearly, it's true love.