This beaten up little rag doll is my oldest daughter’s “Baby.” I bought her in 1993 when my daughter was born, and it was a staple of her childhood. She’s well-loved and in bad shape, but she still holds a place of honor in our house. This daughter was (and still is) a tomboy and never played with dolls AT ALL, but her “Baby” was the exception to the rule.
She lost Baby in Target when she was 2, but luckily another shopper found her, and we were able to get her back. “Baby” has been on house arrest ever since (i.e. she’s never been allowed to leave the house).
Thanks for looking at my page, and thanks, Jess, for giving me the perfect vehicle to tell her story!
Margaret, such a sweet story. I love Addison's memories of putting her in the fridge & listening to the plastic pop out! Awesome! Thank you so much for joining the storytelling challenge!
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