Dolls are for sissies
Jon’s grandmother gave Phoebe this cute Snow White doll for Christmas. When Phoebe opened the gift she asked me to take it out of the box. I struggled with all the tape and wires and eventually got the thing out only to have the doll be completely ignored. Not much has changed since Christmas, she hasn’t given the doll a second glance. Last night, however, Jon discovered that the doll talked if her hand was squeezed. He held up the doll to Phoebe and said “Phoebe look, it talks!” Jon squeezed her hand and the doll said something nice. Phoebe stared at it for a long moment with a puzzled look on her face, grabbed the doll out of Jon’s hands, and proceeded to violently throw her against the cabinet in her room. And that was that.