The Time Has Come
Yet one thing continues to mar this perfect relationship; Baby All Gone continues to call him “Mommy.”
This morning, in a burst of frustration, Peach yelled, “Why can’t you remember that I’m Daddy?!?”
Why, indeed. It’s not her fault, sweet Peach. She was preprogrammed at a time when it still doesn’t occur to companies that boys can, and should, play with dolls.
When asked about it a little while later, he
fabricated rationalized it this way:
I did that too, when I was really little. I called Daddy “Mommy” until I growned up a little.
Hey toy companies — you make dolls to reflect different ethnicities. Perhaps it’s time to make dolls to reflect the expecation that our sons will grow up to be gentle, loving fathers.