One fall my five-year old Zack spotted a doll with curly blond hair and blue eyes and insisted that it was the perfect gift for his one-year-old brother Shawn. Nothing else would do, so "Scotty" was purchased and snuck home, with Zack checking the bag carefully all the way there "in case Scotty gets scared in the car". Then Scotty couldn't be hidden on the top shelf of my closet because it was too dark and scary in there, thus every day I had to have the door open until Zack went to bed. He would monitor Scotty's 'feelings' throughout each day leading up to Christmas and was concerned that Scotty might be hungry or thirsty - or lonely.
At Christmas Zack received Scotty as a gift from his little brother. I couldn't think of what else to do about it. He was clearly feeling fatherly towards the doll... he was a beloved 'child' for years. When Zack needed new garb for one Pennsic, his friends who were girls cadged all of my leftover scraps along with Scotty and dressed him in matching clothes so Scotty could beat Zack there and claim his camping space in their camp. (Zack only had one week rather than two). They guys in camp got in on it and fashioned a furnished tent, camp chair by the fire, and, of all things, a miniature porta-potty. Scotty was comfortably set up and Zack was floored to find him in camp rather than at home on top of his bedroom shelves. The 'kids' were of drinking age.
Scotty is still at home in Zack's old room, which is now my husband's den, in about the same place as he'd been while Zack lived at home. When Zack and his sweetie come home for visits, he pulls his doll down to dust him off and make sure everything is okay with the stuffings and all. He plans on giving it to his son or daughter, should they ever choose to have children.
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Date: 2017-02-07 04:04 am (UTC)At Christmas Zack received Scotty as a gift from his little brother. I couldn't think of what else to do about it. He was clearly feeling fatherly towards the doll... he was a beloved 'child' for years. When Zack needed new garb for one Pennsic, his friends who were girls cadged all of my leftover scraps along with Scotty and dressed him in matching clothes so Scotty could beat Zack there and claim his camping space in their camp. (Zack only had one week rather than two). They guys in camp got in on it and fashioned a furnished tent, camp chair by the fire, and, of all things, a miniature porta-potty. Scotty was comfortably set up and Zack was floored to find him in camp rather than at home on top of his bedroom shelves. The 'kids' were of drinking age.
Scotty is still at home in Zack's old room, which is now my husband's den, in about the same place as he'd been while Zack lived at home. When Zack and his sweetie come home for visits, he pulls his doll down to dust him off and make sure everything is okay with the stuffings and all. He plans on giving it to his son or daughter, should they ever choose to have children.