I don’t even remember what I was doing when I first overheard Gary playing dolls with the girls, Sunflower and Dove, last weekend. After everything that Gary’s doll said or did, there was a fresh burst of raucous giggles. It was irresistable.
When I walked into the bedroom to investigate, I just watched at first, laughing at the preposterous story line they were weaving on the whim, entertained by the hodge-podge of characters inhabiting the house: everyone from Barbie, Dora the Explorer, to various superheroes and perhaps even a WWW wrestler or barnyard animal in the mix.
Finally, I couldn’t resist anymore. I ran to grab a stuffed kitten, sat down at the dollhouse with them, and joined the cast of oddball characters. Eventually Bear also joined us, adding a zoo of animals to the story, and then Wolverine, lending his voice to more superheroes swarming through Dora’s house.
The bizarre crew of characters shamelessly invaded Dora’s house, irreverently tossed her furniture around, broke her front door more than once (usually by throwing someone through it), and spent an inordinate amount of time harassing my cat, forcing me to nearly lose my voice from making the poor thing hiss, growl, and otherwise express its displeasure. The six of us crowded around the house, occasionally sitting on each other, frequently tripping over each other, to make sure we joined in the action.
I’d have liked a picture of all of us squeezed around the dollhouse, bringing to life our crazy assortment of characters and voices, laughing at the silly stories we made up. Those are my favorite memories: just us, being ourselves, having fun being together.
“If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them, and half as much money.” ~ Abigail Van Buren