The poor "Surface Wash Only" companion seems to be recovering well from the soap, and the scrubbing, and the lotion that were applied to her flawless plastic skin. Princess insisted Baby Doll encounter every ritual before she would submit, but she didn't complain. I thought myself very clever for finding this solution.
But after the ablutions, I told Princess that Baby Doll needed to dry out before we put her back into her outrageously pink outfit. The squishy bits were still very damp, and as the tag said that"Air Dry" was acceptable, so I figured the doll could handle being a free spirit for a few hours.
"All right," I said to the Princess, "let's get your clothes."
"I need toast," she said.
"You need clothes."
"I don't need clothes."
"You.... don't need clothes?"
"Yeah."
"Yes, you do."
"I need toast."
"Clothes."
She stared, uncomprehending. She wasn't turning blue, and I needed breakfast, so I admit - I caved. I made toast. I waited until the first piece had been devoured, and I tried again.
"You want some clothes."
"Baby says, she needs clothes."
"She needs to dry. You need clothes."
"I need clothes?"
I went for the Socratic method. "Don't you think you need clothes?"
"Mm-mm." She shook her head and went back to her toast.
I'm sitting here, watching the naked Princess devour toast while the naked Baby Doll lounges placidly on the table. I'm not up to chasing her around with pants because I haven't had my coffee, and frankly, I still haven't decided if I this is a hill I want to die on. She's almost three, anyway, and I'd hate to squash her budding what's-it-creative-psycho-babble-thingey.
Or I'm just a coward.
I hope the Baby Doll dries out soon.
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