Last week, I took the girls to Dollar General so Kayla could pick out some items to fill her shoebox for Operation Christmas Child.
During the trip, we found a little baby doll and put it in the basket. Upon seeing it Karis threw a hissy fit because she instantly fell in love with it--which really surprised me because so far in the first eleven and a half months of her life she has done nothing that one could ascribe the word "girly" to. So I figured since the dolls were only a dollar, I'd buy her one.
She cradled, snuggled and sucked on that doll's head all day long. How precious, right?
Well, at the end of the day, I came into the room to discover a horrific display. She had managed to decapitate the doll. The disembodied head laid next to its now lifeless body--stuffing strewn everyway.
Apparently, I'm raising a homicidal maniac.
But never fear, the next day, the girls and I were spending some time in the basement. Kayla opened her tub o' plastic dinosaurs and began playing with a large Brachiosaurus.
A few moments later she plopped it down on the desk in front of me.
It was wearing a doll dress.