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Question 2: Child's Toys!

For those of you who have small children, because my child is old and with his own child now; what would you do if your child’s favorite toy, a talking doll on top of that, start trying to convince your child that she/he needed a new friend, and that new friend is the next doll in the company’s line of dolls?
I don’t have any small children but I do have a mother who keeps asking me to buy her a doll. Please understand that I am not referring to Barbie. I had to explain to her that the import fees would way beyond her disability check.
So we parents know that our kids have that one doll or toys that if it goes missing then all hell breaks loose, and we parents scramble to find that child’s toy. Some of us have lose sleep because o that damn toy. Some of us have either burned it or thrown it away for the sake of our own insanity.
We know as parents that our child(ren) will go through that imaginary friend phrase. Some children grow out of it and some children grow into adult and still have that imaginary friend plus am imaginary girlfriend or boyfriend. Along with other imaginary things that some of us can come up with 5 pages about. That is when that doll that my mother wants comes into play for your child.
Now when purchasing a doll for your child (and I am considering a doll for the boys because sometimes they go through a phrase so let’s not excluded them) that it is first from a well-known name like Mattel, Hasbro, Hot Wheels, and Playmates Toy, to name a few. Make sure that it is a real doll and nothing like Chucky and his bride Tiffany. (Sidebar here: did you know that you can purchase those damn dolls off of eBay and Amazon? First let me say that the makers of the dolls may need some psychiatric help and those of you who have purchase these dolls already need to some counseling.)
What I am saying here is double check the damn doll before purchasing!
Here is where a parent should really start being concern. If your child tells some information that you know that child is too young to know. First have that crazy ass look on your face follow by asking that child to give you more details about the topic in which the child is explaining. Once that child has finish explaining, go get yourself a drink as you come to a comprehensive understanding as to what was explained to you. Understand this parents, your child does not need help, I recommend that you get rid of the doll first, if there is one. If not, then understand that your child may have done some research on that topic with the help of today's technology. You should still have that drink.
In my mind, I would be going like,”What kind of voodoo shit is going on here?”, “Who can I call to perform an exoticism on a toy?” followed by several more glasses of serious hard stuff. (Well hell, I need something to help me collect my thoughts!) However if my mother can get her blowup doll to talk, then I will leave all liquor alone.
The Puppet Master for those you who are familiar with the movie, I am glad that it came and went, and is currently buried somewhere. I have my mother to thank for freightening me with one things in life. Only person in this world that I trust with his talking dolls is Jeff Dunham the Ventriloquist. From Achmed to Bubba, Jose, Melvin, Sweet Daddy, Peanut and Walter, I am so glad that they all live with him. I can trust those dumdies for real. Not like Chucky . . . .Hell nah y’all!!! Chucky can come visit you at any damn given time!!
Until next folks!

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