Barbie her toys; she never was a selfish child. She had a whole trunk of toys and books and didn’t mind sharing. There were Raggedy Ann and Barbie dolls, a tricycle, tea sets, a slinky, blocks, pegboards, puzzles, Fisher Price stuff, a Rubik’s Cube, tons of stuffed animals, board games, a toy phone and vacuum cleaner, a huge collection of storybooks, an Easy Bake oven, and some of everything else. Before she had a playmate, she’d had imaginary friends or dolls—at tea parties, sipping and chatting, or bathing and feeding them. Sometimes she’d even read to them. When she wasn’t playing with imaginary people or dolls, I would play with her.
“Ring, ring.” She picked up her toy phone and said, “Fo’ yew, Mommy. ”
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