Boy Doll , Girl Doll

Christmas lights outside Hamleys London store in 2004. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I searched all over London  for the perfect little boy doll and was told that there aren’t really any “BOY DOLLS”. So finally when I saw the doll section at  Hamleys, I was convinced that this was the place where I would find one: and there it was a cute little bald baby,dressed in blue overalls,sleeping blissfully in a wicker basket.

It was really early morning when we arrived home but that did not stop my two little girls from rushing  into my arms welcoming me with rib crushing hugs and millions of wet kisses. Amid chattering and hugs we opened our bags and delivered the goodies, thrilled to hear their appreciative oohs and aahs of delights. My little girl was thrilled with her doll and immediately began feeding it with the little milk bottle she found in the basket.

When the doll wee-ed, her sister told her that the clothes needed to be changed and the two girls busied themselves taking  off the doll’s clothes. Almost immediately their chatter stopped and I sensed a perceptible disappointment.

“Mama!” they wailed together,” This is not a  boy doll. It’s a girl.”

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