How about a little family life humor today? Sometimes you've just got to stop and smell the ridiculous.
I was putting my make-up on this morning while Pickle-Mickle was playing at my feet. She inherited a dollhouse, dolls and all the fixings from May-May. They are over a decade old, but she adores them. It is a family with 4 kids (kind of like us, although you don't want to take the analogy too far because the oldest girl doll is missing a leg...)
Anyway, she was happily playing with her dolls. First it was time to eat, so the Mama sat at the table. The baby sat on her lap -- because Pickle-Mickle thinks high chairs are purely for decoration. Then the baby had to go potty. Which was, of course, followed by a trip to the changing table for a diaper change, because potties are also only to be used for decoration.
Next it was time for a little drive in the minivan. The baby sat in the passenger seat without her car seat (even toddlers dream big.) Mama doll did the driving. They drove all around the room, and finally up onto the bed (not sure how the van did that -- maybe it flew... Chitty-chitty-bang-bang....) She decided Mama doll wasn't so great a driver, so she pulled her out. Then she said, "Grace!" And started trying to stuff her toddler self into the little van, feet first. When I told her she wouldn't fit, she dissolved into tears.
So, Toy Manufacture Powers that Be, will you please explain to my toddler why she can't fit into a toy minivan. (And will you explain to me how the whole family struggles with the child safety gate except our 23 month old child who can easily take it down whenever she wants through?)
