Aylee
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Ya know, toddlers make no sense. When Butterhead was born, I did not foist pink, ruffles, ribbons, and baby dolls on her. I figured that at the point she became interested in them, we would get her some. That day arrived. I was completely okay with that. Any baby doll that she is given is immediately stripped and then ignored. If it is possible she also removes their hair. In December, while shopping she saw a. . . well. . . I am still not sure what it is. It looks like an escapee from The Island of misfit Toys. She calls him, "Harry." She feeds him, talks to him, plays games, and tucks him into bed. Everything that you would expect a little girl to do with a baby doll. Except she does it with this very strange looking plush thing. Toddler logic. You just can win.
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Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam I don’t always wgah’nagl fhtagn. But when I do, I ph’nglui mglw’nafh R’lyeh.
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