When the boys leave their cars, trucks, and minivans laying in a mangled heap on the floor, never does my heart stop in momentary fear that it is our real car upside-down underneath a semi.
The same cannot be said of Tembo's "babies."
As soon as my heart stops racing, I'm going to go dig a slightly less life-like doll out of the toy box.
11.15.2006
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