" Look Mummy, it is Baby Alice !, " exclaimed then two year Daughter.
She lovingly bent over and scooped her up into her arms.
I leaned over to see what she picked up and discovered it was a............ rock.
" No, it is Baby Alice,"said Daughter.
She took Baby Alice home, gave her a bath, made her some clothes and played with everyday for years.
Baby Alice went to preschool show and tell, she went to Maine on our vacations, she went for rides in the baby carriage. She was sung to, read to and attended Tea Parties.
The only place Baby Alice was not allowed was in Daughter's bed.( I was afraid she might get hurt if she rolled on her in the middle of the night)
We made her a little bed that Daughter tucked her into each night.
When we moved to the Happy Valley--daughter was then 8, Baby Alice was given a special box to be packed in.
Today Baby Alice sits on Daughter's desk and every once in a while,when I say Good Night to Daughter, I give it a pat when I walk by.
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