Like many little two-year-old girls, Little Sister has a lot of dolls. At least eight. Until recntly, she hasn’t paid particular attention to them, and certainly hasn’t shown a preference for any. And none of them had names.
Until last weekend, when she named her Bitty Baby (a somewhat extravagant gift from Mimi on her first birthday). What did she name it, you ask?
Yes, she named her doll Two. And shortly afterward, she picked up another doll and named it Three. There is no One, of course.
Today, she named a third doll Four.
If she keeps naming these dolls numerically, we’re in big trouble at bedtime.
“I want my Two.”
“You want Blue? You already have Blue.” (her pink blankie)
“No, my Two.”
“Shoe? No, you’re not wearing shoes to bed honey.”
“No, my TWO!”
“Oh, you want your Two doll?” (Oh crap, which one is Two, and where is it?)
Baby Two is pictured below. (Oh come on, are you really surprised that LS has a toy car seat?!)