Rachel's tastes are turning decidedly macabre. First, there was the
demon baby incident. Now she wants to start collecting
Living Dead dolls.
Yes, I find myself being very amused by all this. My mother, good Southern Baptist woman that she is, will be horrified.
When I told Rachel that Living Dead Dolls come in two sizes -- small and large -- she likened them to Barbie and Kelly dolls. She was also thrilled to find they come in their own coffins.
"That way I can put my Kelly dolls in the coffins instead!"
I feel sorry for the poor child who comes over to play with her.