The Time Has Come

Last Chanukah, Peach received a much-anticipated gift: Baby All Gone. Over the past year, he has cared for her, answered her cry, changed her clothes, and show her much love.

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.