I think I might start a weekly post that features all of the inane, weird, inappropriate, broken-down, non-toy toys with which my children are obsessed.
It should be great fun. That is, if you don't call children's services on me first.
This week I am proud to introduce you to the New Babies. They are part of Sally's tribe of baby dolls, but they hold the distinction of being the only set of sextuplets in the group.
New Babies, as Sally has affectionately named them, are very good babies. As you can see, they are only an inch long, but they need very little care. They live in an old jewelry box and each night Sally closes their lid when she puts them to bed.
If only it were that easy.
New Babies came to us over a year ago by way of my sister-in-law's baby shower, when they were rescued from a sad fate of performing as table decorations. Initially, Francie rescued about thirty, but today we can only find these six.
It makes me wonder where the other twenty-four went. Maybe some of them got adopted by Brangelina, who knows? If they are anything like my babies, they are somewhere in my bed.
I'm pretty sure these came from a factory in China, and they are clearly too small for a two year old's toy, but I think New Babies are here to stay. Especially since Sally likes to pack them up in their box and then stash them in her purse for quick trips around town.
As a busy mother myself, I can see the attraction.
Could I get a six pack to go, please?