Fisher... you know, the tough guy, punk-ass, lightsaber-brandishing, foursquare-opponent-"burning" kid who lives at my house... just left for school with his show-n-tell in tow.
The item in question? Franklin. The eighteen-inch-tall, bald-headed, sweet-faced, soft-bodied baby doll his beloved Grammy gave him for his first birthday.
Franklin has been a permanent fixture in Fisher's bedroom ever since, though often neglected in favor of Legos and noisy toys. But for some reason, Fisher has been obsessed with her (yes, Franklin's a girl... why does that surprise you?) for the last few days. He made her a bed out of his toolbox. He fed her part of his dinner last night (spaghetti soup... sounds weird, but it was really quite good). And today, he decided to bring her to school and share the love with his classmates.
I swear, if anyone gives him a hard time about it, I will be wringing some first-grader neck this afternoon...
"I swear, if anyone gives him a hard time about it, I will be wringing some first-grader neck this afternoon..."
I got your back...
keep your us updated!
Posted by: Jeannie | March 24, 2006 at 08:10 AM
Mine too...
Posted by: Melissa | March 24, 2006 at 08:54 AM
I can't wait to hear the rest of the story but I think that boys who like dolls are amazing cool and tough. :-)
Posted by: Jennifer Lynn | March 24, 2006 at 01:54 PM
Hey, boys with dolls are cool. For proof, check out Exhibit A.
http://musingsonstoryandlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-its-hard-to-get-rid-of-things.html
Although this one is a boy doll. Hope everyone loved Franklin as much as Fisher does!
Posted by: Gwyn | March 25, 2006 at 02:52 PM
that's really sweet.
Posted by: molly | March 26, 2006 at 07:56 AM