The Incident....

I found the doll hidden beneath the bed, crammed between a family of dust bunnies and a discarded Mr. Potato Head.

It was obvious what had occurred.

The knotted yarn hair and Crayola eye shadow…. The arms adorned with rubber baubles and plastic gemstones….. The fire engine red magic marker lipstick…..

The doll had quite obviously paid a visit to the toddler beauty parlor. Or, rather, the visit had been paid to her.

And, by the looks of the scissored off locks, I have a feeling my preschooler provided some technical assistance.

I tried to calm her, apologizing for my offspring’s callous attempts at beautification.

“They didn’t mean it, Miss Raggedy.”

“There. There.”

“They had the best intentions.”

But, there was no calming her. She insisted upon filing a complaint. Calling the authorities. Informing Dolly Social Services.

I continued to try to reason with her, but she was not having it.

Apparently, she had had enough. She wanted to be re-located to a more dolly friendly home.

She accused us of being insensitive. Bigots. Backward minded.

I think she even pulled the doll card. She said our doll prejudice was overwhelming.

I was shocked.

I do admit, my gals have a preference for dinosaurs, lizards and bugs, but our doll sensitivity is in full swing.

I think.

Her tirade was at its height when hubby joined the scene.

Apparently, he had heard the ruckus and had a thing or two to say as well.

“Goodwill.”

That did it. Miss Raggedy threw her knapsack over her shoulder and headed for the door. She mumbled a few choice words before slamming it behind her. And that was it.

What a relief.

Now, if we could just get Mr. Raggedy to stop all that pacing and hand wringing, we’ have a peaceful home once more.

Ahem.

OK. OK….Don’t worry. We’ll send a search crew….eventually. But, sometimes a good cooling off is necessary. Especially for an uptight rag doll with an attitude.

Besides, she kinda had it comin’.