Oh, lots. Lots and lots.
I remember when they first came out and I thought, "Ew. Who would want one of those fat-head, chubby-cheeked, butt-ugly little dolls?" (Yeah, I had a third-grade potty mouth. Jealous?)
Within weeks, I was begging for them. All of them. ANY of them.
My mom said, "Why couldn't you have asked for one a couple of weeks ago? When the shelves were full of them? Now that you want one, they are impossible to get!"
She tried. And we couldn't get one.
So I did what any self-respecting, potty-mouthed, future-blog-writing third-grader would do: I wrote the manufacturer a letter. I think it was Coleco (yes, thank you, Wikipedia). I told them how much trouble I was having finding a Cabbage Patch doll and that it would be oh so lovely of them if they would just go ahead and send me one. The redhead. With the blue eyes.
Yeah, that didn't happen.
Eventually, the stores got them back in stock. And I got more than my share of those dolls. My classmates and I brought so many to school that Ms. Starkey had to make a "doll daycare" for us to leave them in, lest they take over the building.
Now that I'm a mom, my girls are still too young to beg for the latest hot toy. But I know what I'll give them when they do: paper and a pen. Or a twenty-year old collection of pre-owned, fat-head, chubby-cheeked, butt-ugly little dolls.
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This post inspired by the Parent Bloggers Network Blog Blast and the Hasbro Toy Event.
2 comments:
I remember teaching preschool, and the kids called their dolls "Cabbages." Not cabbage patch dolls, but "My cabbage." Strange the memories!
hi
you are a wonderful writer and i am enjoing you're blog.
All you're Cabbage patch dolls are waiting for chelsea and savannah unless you are not willing to share
love oma
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