We spent an hour at the dollar store looking for the best possible toy in the world ever… that we could procure for the sum of one dollar. Laylee chose this slightly demented-looking princess Polly Pocket knock-off with removable hair. Actually she chose a Bratz knock-off but was swiftly redirected.
We had not yet made it home before the plastic princess tragically lost both her lower limbs in a pitiful wardrobe malfunction. Rubber clothes are hazardous that way. Laylee seemed unfazed. She loved her dolly just the same and seemed determined to find a way to restore the girl’s mobility.
So here she sits, lovingly stuffed in her personal space-age transport vehicle, a beloved remnant of Daring Young Dad’s own childhood. Her lopsided eyes peek out from the cockpit and her arms have been tenderly pointed straight up so her hands are available to catch floating marshmallows or goldfish crackers.
Laylee says it’s to help her get around “because she has no legs.” Truth be told, she does have legs. We just can’t find them right now.
Poor little dolly. It looks cold inside the spaceship. Maybe Laylee needs to fly her to the sun so she can warm up?
That story is hilarious! At first I thought the picture was of a light saber for a son (don’t know if you have one). So I was waiting for the story about the doll to end. Then I finally noticed that there was a doll inside it. I haven’t had my coffee yet.
I’m free! Free from the shackles of two-dimensional walking! Free to fly about the galaxy, to commune with the stars. The entire universe is now open to me. Thank you, Laylee, for setting me free!
If I wore hats, I’d say “Hats Off To You!” for swiftly directing her away from BRATZ of any kind. And for teaching her to not be fazed by the fact that some “people” look differently from others. You’re a good mom.
I think you’ve taught us all to look for little lessons in the mundane. And I like that.
And suddenly… all was right with the world.
Oh my that felt good…getting caught up with my reading here, anyway. I read everything but I’m too lazy to comment on each individual post.
You rock.
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Seems like a cheap price to pay for a lesson in adaptive transportation. You never know when she’ll break a limb and be looking for cosmic transport.
Ahh…I wish I could get my boys off video games and back to dollar store treasures.
This reminds me….I’m suppose to be looking for a tiny, lost toy for my oldest while he’s at school. Losing this tiny piece of toy is like a world tragedy in our house.
Must go look now!
Legs are totally overrated. You don’t need legs to blog.
Aaaah, the dollar store – many a happy child wanders it’s aisles! I can’t tell you how many of Katie’s dolls and little people have taken rides in her brother’s spaceships! It’s too cute. Especially if there are flying marshmallows involved!