I Guess You Don't Mind Playing with Dolls If It's Your Kid...

I guess there really is such thing as the “maternal instinct,” because Danica’s exhibiting it big-time. A little while ago, I mentioned that Danica had a thing for babies, signing “baby” at every opportunity and generally having a good time with the three-month old at her daycare, as well as “playing” with her friend, Sophia. I say “playing” because Danica’s still a little too young to understand how to play with another child, but she does like to hand items to other children. Regardless, she goes nuts when she sees a baby, either in real life, on TV, or on the boxes of diapers we have around.

It was about two weeks ago that Danica really started taking an interest in Kindra’s old Cabbage Patch Kid that we found when we visited Iowa back in July. Since then, she’s been pretty attached to it, carrying it around the house, giving it hugs and kisses, and dressing and undressing it. After a couple of days, she started wanting to feed the CPK with her sippy cup, putting the spout to its lips, and asking for a napkin to wipe its mouth off because it was wet.

It’s getting a bit out of hand now, because Danica also has a small baby doll given to her by Kindra’s friend, Gina, and she just received a doll that’s in between the CPK and her small doll in size. So now we’ve got three “babies” that need different amounts of care at different times. For some reason, one of them needs to be drinking out of a sippy cup at any given time. In fact, Danica will grab a doll and a cup and bring them to us to have us given them a drink. I think it stems from the fact that none of the dolls has a bottle that fits inside its mouth, and so Danica gets a little frustrated when she’s just placing the cup to their lips and they don’t do anything. I’m wondering why she thinks that we can feed them… Still, it’s pretty cute, so I don’t really mind having to take care of her dolls every once in a while.

Oh, FYI, the title comes from something Kindra said to me a long time ago... We were walking along one day when she just suddenly blurted out, “I guess you don’t mind playing Ninja Turtles if it’s your kid.” She was thinking about her friend Tracy, who Kindra had seen playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with her four year-old son the day before. I thought she was crazy at the time (who wouldn’t want to play TMNT?), but I guess she was right.