Yes, I have three of them, dolls. Two daughters and one son. Daily we go through our trials, joys, and varied experiences. So far, at the end of the day, we are able to come together as a family, laugh, giggle, josh each other, and go to bed in a peaceful manner. That is, unless one of the natives is restless. You know, squirrelly, ants in your pants, full of pee and vinegar, etc. Those are the nights when someone stirs the pot and the house can't settle down because either we are laughing, all wide awake, or discussing something. We are a family.
My three dolls dress up well, have good manners, compassion, intelligence, and you know they are "good" people. I hesitate to say kids anymore. They are 16, 17. and 18. On the threshold of adulthood. I am the proud parent for certain. We may not be the Waltons, definitely not the Duggars. We get things done, and move forward. When my youngest sees an elderly woman in her walker that she thinks may need assistance and asks me to stop the car so she can help her, I know I did something right.
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