Oh my. Well, I think my younger, more idealistic self would be pretty shocked to see me with a baby in the first place.
But imagine the look on her face when she sees that my child is (as of a shopping trip this morning) clutching a doll. Or, really, A Dolly. It cries, it moves, it has a dummy, it has pink clothing...The Full Doll-Monty.
Maybe my inner idealist would be comforted by the fact that the doll that Maia chose is, erm...black.
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