Yes, from the front it looks like a sweet little baby doll, in desperate need of a diaper and some clothes, but otherwise well cared for.
But, then… you see the back side and realize that this doll has a story to tell:
It’s been almost two years ago since the baby doll incident. And, to this day, I’ve not told the Preschooler the whole story for fear that it might be too much for her to bear. All she knows is that her baby doll has some strange marks on her back and leans oddly to the left.
What I know, though, is that one afternoon I ran right over the torso of this doll {with a large SUV} completely unaware that I did so and went all the way to lunch and back before I discovered her lying on the floor of our garage. {Thank goodness the Preschooler was sound asleep in her car seat and wasn’t exposed to the troubling scene we arrived home to in the garage}.
Can we say shameful?
I know.
Granted, I didn’t throw the doll under the front tire of the car and intentionally gas it. Also, in my defense, this doll is the type that holds water to make it feel more “lifelike,” so it had some major give in its rubber. But, honestly, how could I not have noticed that I totally ran over a good-sized baby doll?
So, I asked myself tonight… Am I really that distracted in the car?
And, considering that on an average day {once we finally get to the car, dressed and packed for whatever outing we’re embarking upon} I am immediately met with high-pitched voices saying/yelling things like:
“I can’t do my buckle!”
“Can I see that book? She has my book!”
“I want to listen to the red CD!”
“Where are we going?”
“Can I see your phone?”
“I forgot Lambie!”
“Can you turn the air on higher?”
“I need to go to the potty.”
“Where’s Daddy?”
“I want to hit the garage door button.”
“I only have one shoe.”
“What does ‘dang it’ mean?”
Yes, I think I might be a little distracted.
It’s really a wonder that I’ve only ran over one baby doll so far. Don’t worry… I always take a head count of the real children before I peel pull out.
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