baby dolls, anyone?

*wink*

My daughter Malayna loves baby dolls. She's a little obsessed. She has piles and piles of dolls - in the dining room, bedroom, bathroom, and even outside. {Mom-mom and pop-pop are responsible for buying most of the dolls.} Every doll has a name, though most of them have the same names - Frank, Michael, Kyle, Ella, Barbara or Lily. Oh, and one Matt. He's pretty crazy.

Each name has its own personality traits. Ella is a doormat. Poor Ella - she gets ignored, yelled at and treated badly. Barbara, on the other hand, is usually the one doing the yelling. Barbara loves drama. Michael is a nice boy and Kyle is a baby (who can't do much for himself). Frank's not sure if he's a boy or girl.

Malayna also pretends to be all of the above. We're never sure who we're dealing with around here (unless, of course, it's Barbara). Frank is probably the easiest to deal with, although we sometimes use the wrong pronoun when describing him. Or her.

I love watching her creative mind at work.