Okay, no I didn’t really post a blog that is only for Maren to read. A few months back, Maren mentioned how she never reads my blog and how I sometimes forget to tell her things I mention there. So, I casually mentioned that if she read it more often, then she wouldn’t be so behind. I also gave her added incentive when I told her that if she started reading the blog, I would occassinally write a post just to her. And since she’s read the blog several times in the past few weeks and made comments, this one’s for her.
(yes, dear readers, that is a purple skirt with attached suspenders and garfield on the belly. hot stuff! and, yes, it does appear that maren is about to bash in my lovely smiling face with that lunchbox. what’s up with that, maren? jealous of the suspenders when all you get is that crappy hand-me-down dress with the bow on it?)
Dear Maren-
Remember when we were little girls (pre-Kyle) and I had that Cabbage Patch doll named Rachel and one day I was trying to be a good Cabbage Patch Mom and washed her face with toothpaste which caused some of her painted on right eye to come off and be blurred? Do you then also remember how after that instead of playing just regular “dolls” with moms and errands to run that we started playing “orphanage” and Rachel was a baby who had been given up for adoption by her parents who beat her?
I was thinking about that the other day and what led us to pretend play like that. It’s not like we were beaten or knew anyone who was beaten. It’s also not as if we were really exposed to tv or movies we weren’t supposed to see. I mean, we weren’t allowed to watch The Simpsons (which I still don’t) and You Can’t Do That on Television. I mean, for a really long time, I thought crap was a really bad word, so where did this orphanage play scenario come from? And we didn’t just do it for a short time, that bad boy popped up for years. I wonder what that says about our childhood and the adults we have become? Just something to think about.
Love you tongs,
Briannechristinagenow
P.S. It’s okay, I know you don’t want me to, I’ll sleep on the top”.
