Josephine doesn't play all that often with her "dolly" anymore. She has her spurts. But at the moment, those spurts mostly come about when Evie tries to take dolly into her own care. Evie has recently adopted "Emma" and pushes her everywhere around the flat in the little doll pram. She changes Emma's nappies too. Her other doll is called Katie. But at the moment, she seems to prefer Emma. (Sorry Emma (my UK friend), but the doll came with that name written on her clothes and all! But the doll Katie was very clearly named after your second daughter to remind us of you guys!). Anyway. Today, Josephine picked up little Dolly for a while and decided to teach her how to walk. Dolly's legs kept caving in. She wasn't terribly co-operative. Her eyes have lost some sparkle since that day. (the day she put liquid eyeshadow...green...into her eyes to the brim.) But even if Dolly gets "left out" for a few days or weeks, Josephine still loves her dearly and will fight tooth and nail should anyone (Evie) try to steal her baby from her.
Anyway, I have yet again digressed.
Dolly wasn't walking too well so Josephine needed a solution. Hers was to put Dolly on a leash. So she got a rope, made a loop, tied it around Dolly's neck and dragged her around like that. It looked awful. Like Dolly was committing suicide or something. Despite me saying that it was probably hurting Dolly's neck a little (not wanting to go the route of talking about hanging a person or something ghastly like that), she insisted that it was "DA ONLY WAY DAT DOLLY WILL LEARN". Ok. Mom knows best. Aha. Josephine dragging poor Dolly behind her, climbed the stairs to her bed and then proceeded to string poor Dolly up for good measure. The doll swung lifelessly below nearly knocking little Evie out who was innocently cooking up a storm a the wooden stove below.
It was an innocently macarbe scenario.
