Under the tree

Since the event took place, at random times, I would just start laughing thinking of what happened. I thought it was time to jot the story down, so as to never forget it.

It was Christmas 2006 and we were in Pennsylvania visiting my family. The four oldest cousins, much to their delight, all received a beautiful American Girl Doll on Christmas morning (Thanks Grammy and Papa!). The families were now blessed with four more beautiful girls: Kaya, Felicity, Molly and Josephina. The rest of the day was filled with changing the dolls’ clothes, fixing their hair with the new hair kits, and setting the dolls up in scenes. These were good times…

Fast forward 24 hours. Jodi and I were in the car, with all four girls and their four new dolls. Everyone was singing, and having a great times, while they fixed their dolls’ hair for their first big outing. All of a sudden, as Morgan was using the brush on her doll, she let out a scream and we watch in horror as Felicity head went tumbling down to the floor, WITHOUT THE REST OF HER BODY!!! The happy sounds in the car come to a screeching halt, as every girl stared at the scene. I swept up the head, grabbed the body, and got to work quickly reattaching the head using the string at the top of her back to secure it in place. In a matter of moments, all was well. Felicity was back in Morgan’s arms and we resumed our drive. The moment had not been lost on any of the girls, and no one picked up a brush the rest of the trip. As for Jodi and I, we could not stop laughing. Never had we witnessed our kids so quiet.

After arriving back at my parents’, we retold the catastrophic event of the afternoon. Nathan, not one to read instructions manuals, piped in, “I read in the doll hair book, you should always place one hand on the dolls head while brushing it with the other.” At that point I wasn’t sure which was funnier, the decapitation of Felicity, or the fact that my not so detail minded, very manly husband, knew how to properly brush and American Girl Doll’s hair!


Leave a comment

Filed under Funny Stories, Memory Lane

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s