Last week as I walked through the living room I saw sitting on the coffee table a spiral notebook my granddaughter uses as somewhat of a journel, one of like 12, lol. The book was open so I decided to read what she had written:
All the things I can do with my manocon
Me and my manocon
1. Jump on trampoleen
3. dress her up
4. take her to taylors and other places (not school)
This was taken directly off the page and printed here exactly as was written in her journal. She had been goin on and on about wanting a mannequin in her room for the last two weeks and after reading the entry I had to do something. I took her to the local thrift shop where I know the manager and explained my situation. He lead us downstairs to the basement where in one corner were 6 mannequins. All of the mannequins were that of a flesh toned with painted faces and eyes, all but one. There she stood alone, away from the others and unlike all the others. My granddaughter when over and gave her a hug, lol. I couldn't help but to snicker. I asked if she wanted to look the others over and choose one, but she wasn't interested. She had to have the one that was singled out. I introduce you to....