Earlier
today we found a doll that was given to Rachel when she was a little girl. It’s one of those baby dolls that looks very
realistic.
(Rachel
had a similar type of doll when we were on an airliner last summer and as
people boarded the plane some of them saw the doll and did a frightened
double-take because it looked realistic in a slightly creepy way. But that’s a story for another day.)
The
doll was in a large storage bin in our basement and had been long
forgotten. Rachel was very excited when
it was found. So, it goes without saying
that Rachel and I had to go to a store and get some baby “supplies” for her new
doll.
That’s
how I found myself in the “baby” section of Target buying a newborn outfit,
baby pacifier and tiny baby shoes.
At one
point Rachel was trying to get me to buy baby formula. I did not want to buy baby formula for this
doll because it really bothers me to waste money in that way. I have other more important ways of wasting
money.
Referring
to the doll Rachel said, “She needs to have food!”
A woman
came around the corner, into our aisle, right as Rachel was making this plea and
she heard me reply to Rachel, in a slightly irritated voice, “She doesn’t need
to eat. That’s a waste of money!”
The
woman looked at our shopping cart filled with an infant outfit, baby pacifier
and tiny baby shoes. And then glared at
me with a disgusted look on her face and turned and walked in the other
direction.
I
wanted to run after her and say, “No.
Wait. You don’t understand. I’m not talking about a real baby. I’m talking about a weird, creepy doll!”
But
sometimes it’s better to just leave well enough alone.
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