Every Christmas, my wife's parents tell the story of how horrible it was when they had to try to find her one when she was a kid. My favorite part is when the little old lady was crawling on her belly army-man style through people's legs to get to the dolls.
And the best part is, everybody between the ages of 30 and 40 seems to have one of those stories!
I remember vividly being in an zayers when I was a kid and this girl what crying hysterically because her parents wouldn't let her have one. I had no idea why she was acting so crazy cause I was 8 but I remember that like it was yesterday
Laura saved hers and now Addie plays with it. It's still hideous but she loves it.
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