Rosey has a....hold your breath....wait for it....ANOTHER baby doll.* This one bugs me more than the toddler-sized Blue Boy, though.
From the first look, it appears normal. Cute, even!
Then Rosey stripped off its tiny clothes and I was...disquieted, to say the least.
Mama? How come Baby's tummy is a different color than his arms, head, and legs?
But that was a small thing. Really, when the doll had its' clothes on, who could tell?
But then I saw it...
The molded plastic neck fat.
And I was squicked.
*The gender thing kicked in suddenly. She's always been happy playing with blocks and Cass's dinky cars. Recently, though, I have a house full of plastic dollies and she's feeding and burping and changing and giving them bottles all.damned.day.