My mom was appalled yesterday when she found Big Pupi and me going to town on her little Madeline doll. My mom is called Madeline, and so people always give her toys that share her name. But she doesn't chew them! Instead, she keeps them packed away and in drawers, instead of in my mouth where they belong. Well, yesterday there was some cleaning going on, and one particular doll stuffy escaped the drawer and wound up with its rightful owners.
This wee stuffy has all these delightfully floppy legs and arms, spit-absorbing yarn hair and a little bow that's just begging to be removed and consumed. Big Pupi did his usual, gentle, stuffy nibble with his front teeth, but I made sure to give her a good thrashing.
Pupi and I worked diligently on this doll, and when mom came out to check on us she found our new toy buried in the sofa next to a very important part of her dainty little outfit. Stuffies just don't get any privacy around here!
Well, mom just couldn't believe the violation that had ensued. Do we have no respect for our stuffies? Especially ones named after mom? I mean, who would do such a thing and steal unmentionables from a doll?? Pupi and I had stripped our Madeline stuffy of her dignity, and then buried her face-down in the sofa cushions. Cruel. Just cruel. I have to admit that those stuffy knickers were terribly fun to toss about and thrash. I also made the discovery that I'd look good in a pair of my own, but only if worn as a teeny beret:
In the end the undies found their place in the trash - something about them looking too tasty for a pair of naughty boys who like to feast on stuffy bits. It didn't make the doll any less appealing though, and we took turns carrying her around the apartment and introducing her to her new home - our jaws.
I really think she likes it here! She hasn't stopped smiling yet!