I will never again be able to bring another baby into my home. It’s sad really and it’s the last thing I expected, but my dear sweet FringeKids have trained Oriana to be…I can’t bring myself to write the words…you’ll have to see for yourself.
Don’t let her innocent face fool you, she’s on the prowl for anything under 18 inches long.
This poor baby-doll has sailed through the air more times than Super Man.
If it were up to me, I would never have given her a baby-doll to play with, but the FringeKids whined.
“She is a GIRL you know.” They corrected when I brought the toy into question.
Well, that just explains everything!
She’s a repressed momma who wants to eat her child. I understand perfectly now.
In fact I felt that very same way yesterday afternoon.
FringeMan banned all small children from our home. We don’t want to take any chances. That’s chances of the dog eating them, NOT me.
Maybe I should consider attending a behavior modification class with Oriana? I’m sure they have a weekly support group meeting for such an addiction – Doll Destroyers Anonymous. I hear Mattel sponsors such groups.
If only Oriana could enroll in anger management classes, she’d learn positive ways to channel her emotions. Maybe she could learn to run dirty socks down to the laundry room each time she gets the urge to sail a baby-doll through the air?
I’ll not gamble with her reformation. It’s safer not to bring anymore babies into our home…at least until the chewing stage is over.