Waaaaaaay back when I first made this space public, I sort of had a thing for reborn dolls. If you've never had the joy of experiencing my obsession, you should check out this post. And this one. Oh, and this one.
I maaaaybe sort of still have that obsession in my back pocket, but good news! It's in my back pocket! That's a safe place for it as far as the internet is concerned. Mostly I moved it there because something new and shiny came along and distracted me. That happens a lot.
Shiny!
But then every once in a while, a shiny creepy doll will get my attention and make me want to move that obsession to my front pocket.
It starts out innocently enough. Perhaps Alexis will be watching some mind-numbing show on Nickelodeon. Perhaps I won't have a clue what show it is, but I will be jarred out of my not-paying-attention trance by a commercial.
Perhaps this commercial.
You know what's creepier than that doll?
NOTHING. THAT'S WHAT.
I have never found that sort of treasure in a diaper. If I do, I will be calling a doctor immediately because NOPE.
Just nope.
No way.
(How do I convince Mila that she should ask for one for Christmas?)