my buddy and me

If you're still singing a slogan for a doll two decades after it aired on TV, you know it's a good commercial. Did anyone ever actually have a KID SISTER doll? I was never fortunate enough.


Simon got a vintage Cabbage Patch doll for Christmas. It's about twenty-some-odd-years old. My younger brothers (how are they possibly twenty-some-odd-years old?) used to play with it, although I doubt they would ever admit to it. My mom gave it to Simon because she figured if any family needed a doll, it was ours. Sad to say, he has only been a victim of violence in our house... He's survived a gang beating on the trampoline, a stabbing through the heart, and several thousand pretend bullet shots. He doesn't need a parachute when flying down our stairs and he makes a fantastic ball for soccer games in our living room. I have put my foot down and said the doll is no longer allowed out of Simon's crib. My boys think he's in prison, but really I am protecting him from further abuse. I don't know if Simon will actually "play" with it, but I need him to survive for Simon to make that decision for himself. So far, I think Simon is jealous he's got more hair and bothered he's taking up crib space...

for the Grandparents, there are clips of Simon's floppy head on the video blog.