Can playing with dolls appeal to an adult? As children, my sisters and I spent hours with our "babies"; we had cribs and buggies and high chairs, often setting up housekeeping in the backyard under the shade of the sweet gum tree. But if I recall correctly, somewhere around the age of nine or ten, the doll phase gave way to the animal phase. (Stuffed puppies, cats, rabbits and a hairless bear were well tended in our makeshift veterinary clinic and we had a stable of imaginary horses in the garage.) So it is with pleasure that now I share the love of dolls with Rissy - she is nearly ten years old but continues to be stubbornly passionate about them - in spite of the trend for girls to grow up so quickly.
When her favorite doll was a year old, Rissy asked if we could have a birthday party. My inner child delighted at the prospect so we made a little cake, which Rissy decorated in suitable feminine colors. The dolls, hers and mine (another story), were dressed up for the occasion and placed around the guest of honor. After the candle was blown out and the cake portioned and consumed, the party was pronounced a success. And Rissy put all the tired attendees down for a nap.
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