I had a conversation with my Mum the other day about Little Man having a doll. He has always been into cars, planes, trains…you get the idea but I wondered if he would like a doll to play with too. Mum told me that she had my old doll in the loft, she would dig it out, clean him up and bring it over to save me buying one if Little Man wasn’t interested.
I have fond memories of this doll. It was one of the big ones that were everywhere in the early 90s. I remember my Nan buying me it and it used to go everywhere with me in his toy pushchair. I also remember someone coming up to us at the park because they couldn’t get over how life like the doll was from a distance.
Then my Mum arrived with Little Manmy the doll. I had forgotten that I had called him that, I had obviously always liked the name Little Man as I now have a real Little Man although I hate him being called Little Manmy!
Anyway this is what we were presented with.
I did not realise how bloomin’ scary the doll was, what an odd looking thing it is. He now has a bit of a dodgy eye which doesn’t help matters.
Little Man loves him, he doesn’t play with him much but he likes to give him a drink of water and share his toys with him sometimes and is over the moon that he has the same name as him.
What I never realised was how right that lady in the park was. The amount of times I have walked past this doll sat in my living room and had to double take because out of the corner of my eye I think it is Little Man flopped over the toy box or lay face down on the trampoline!
It’s been lovely to give something to Little Man from my childhood and watch him play with it but the bloody doll freaks the hell out of me now!!
Do you have anything from your childhood that your little one plays with now?