Motherhood Lesson Number 238: Do not leave your twenty year old American Girl doll unattended with your two year old, lest you find this.
A few weeks ago my father brought my American Girl doll over with some other things he had been storing for me. Scarlette took an immediate liking to her and so I let her push her around in her doll stroller. The weather has been nice here and so our patio is set up with “stations” for water play, painting, picnic lunches, swinging and so forth. I thought this was a great pinterest-worthy mommy idea. That’ll learn me.
Lately her favorite thing to do is to slide or swing with the doll, which is just about the cutest thing ever. That’s what was happening when she told me that she was “hongwy” and wanted to “eat da food.” Scarlette, I mean, not the doll. Dolls can’t talk. That would be crazy. But not as crazy as what happened next.
Which was that I turned back around from setting up our lunch picnic to the sight of Scarlette happily painting faces, both hers and the dolls.
I kept that doll immaculate for twenty years and twenty seconds with my two year old resulted in this. Learn from me, grasshoppers.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with some alcohol wipes and a tub of thin mint ice cream.
(*Disclaimer: I’m not actually upset, I knew the risks of injury when I let my two year old play with the doll. I’m fairly impressed with her painting skills. In other news, I redesigned the blog this weekend so sorry if things were a bit wonky. And while we’re talking about blog stuff, follow me on bloglovin’ since Google Reader is going away for good in May)
