This morning TJ was playing with Ashley and her doll house, and she was cracking up as he was trying to sit in the tiny doll house chairs. It reminded me of a story I don't think I ever posted on here (and if I did, just pretend its the first time you heard it).
The girls have a doll house, and when TJ was born my mom bought them a baby and baby furniture for the doll house to go along with the family they already had. One day, a few months back, I found the baby's head in the oven. Yep...that's right, detached from the body and shoved in the oven. I thought to myself, "This is serious. We need to figure out who did this, and address their adjustment issues, pronto." So I asked, who had put the baby's head in the oven. Ashley, without missing a beat says, "I did." I sat her down on the bed, looked her in the eye, prepared for a serious talk, and asked her, "Why did you do that sweetie? Its ok, you can tell me how you are feeling." She replied, "Because someone ripped it off a while ago and I did not want TJ to put it in his mouth and choke, since he LOVES to play with our dollhouse."
Oh...isn't that sweet!
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