Joan got a Cabbage Patch Kid for Christmas.
Oh, do I ever remember my love for my own CPK. He was a boy, with fuzzy hair and a hard plastic pacifier. His given name was Mel Rocky, but being the dork that I was (even back then), I sent in his birth certificate and changed his name to Jonathon Ray.
Mel Rocky was way cooler.
The problem with Mel/Jonathon (do you think I could still send in his birth certificate and change his name back?) is that he did not have that yummy baby-powderish smell that all of my friends’ CPK’s had. I wanted a yummy smelling doll! Later, I got a “preemie” CPK, Greta something (she never captured my heart like Mel/Jonathon). SHE didn’t smell good either! I was shit out of luck on the CPK’s, I guess.
But Joan’s doll? SHE smells exactly like I always wanted my doll to smell.
And I can’t. stop. smelling. her.
That’s normal, right?
Because I’ve even snuck (did you know that “snuck” isn’t a word? Me either.) into the girls’ room after they were both sleeping, just to smell the doll.
Even typing this is leaving me all jittery, trying not to interrupt myself and go smell her.
BTW, her name is Katelyn Evelyn.
Mel Rocky is still the coolest.