Last week, Ella bought Zoey one of these Woodkins dolls at a yard sale. You lift up a board, place cloth over the cutout of the girl, and then pull the board back over the girl. The doll is then dressed.
My daughter has been playing with it nonstop ever since. And since we have enough fabric in our house to clothe all the preschoolers in our state, she'll never run out of outfits. It even went to Show And Tell two days in a row last week, despite my pleas for her to pick something different on the second day (I figured her teachers would think I had forgotten to send her something new; I worry way too much about what her teachers think or say about us).
Today, Zoey was whining once again about not knowing what she wanted to be when she grew up. I looked at the doll and said, "Maybe you can design clothing when you grow up! You can make clothes!"
"That would be great!" she said. "Thank you, Daddy! I'm going to make clothes when I get bigger! I'm so happy!"
She ran over and kissed me and hugged me. I was Hero Dad for a change. She then returned to her doll and began working on the Summer 2006 fashion line.
Tonight, Ella asked Zoey what she did today. Her reply?
"Daddy says I HAVE to make clothes when I grow up!"
The hell?
From hero to goat in four short hours. Life is good.
To be continued...
GHS: 2
Related:
I Asked My Mother, "What Will I Be?"
I Told My Daughter, "I Know What You'll Be."
