My daughter has a doll. Well, she has more than one, but there is just one my wife dislikes and my wife hides this doll in the deepest recesses of my daughter's closet whenever she gets the chance. This doll bears an improbable name, dating from the time the Girl Child learned that people have more than one name and she decided her doll needed more than one name, too.
The Girl Child had an aunt visiting this weekend and the exchange when something like this:
Aunt: What's your doll's name?GC: Mikado Philadelphia Booger.
Aunt: *Coughing fit* How did you come up with that name?
GC: We liked it. We thought it was a pretty name. So we that's what we named her.
No word on who the "we" was in the explanation. Frankly, I was a little bit afraid to ask.
I wonder, though, if any of her pretend friends had any input into the name.
Posted by Random Penseur at January 31, 2005 09:59 AMYou need to take your daughters act on the road. I'm talking serious bucks here. She is too funny! That or take her to a nursing home. Laughter is the best medicine you know, and they will either all die laughing or live till 120, one or the other.
Posted by: Rachel Ann at January 31, 2005 03:29 PMi agree with rachel ann...her act should be on the road.
my little sisters doll was named
barthalot abigail ishminel
never was quite sure how she came up with that one
and yes...it was a girl doll.