The one about that stupid child development doll.

I took a Child Development class 12 years ago (!!!!). I was 14 and a freshman in High School. I was awkward, with frizzy hair that I didn't know how to tame yet, and an addiction to lip gloss. I only took the class because I didn't want to take the other classes, either. I wanted to take this class more than I wanted to take art, which really isn't saying much. I assumed my stick figure drawings with clouds would cause me to fail, so I took Child Development despite a few "This class is so stupid!" &  "I'm never having kids!" comments.

The first day of class I learned that it is required that everyone in the class take home "the doll". Thankfully I had the older model doll which was much easier than the new fancy shmancy dolls. This doll would cry and I would need to stick a key in its back within so many seconds in order to pass. Each time it cried. I didn't have to figure out WHY it was crying, I just had to make it stop.

This doll would cry every 45 mins. For 2 days and 1 night. Cry, Key, Cry, Key, Cry, Key. I was annoyed that it cried all night. I was annoyed that it cried during theatre rehersals. I hated it. I hated taking that doll to the grocery store because people stared at me like I had a real baby. I was convinced that having a real baby would be "You know, so much easier!" because "Real babies don't cry every 45 mins! They sleep at night!".

(Insert wild rolling laughter here.)

I was right, Sweet Cheeks didn't cry every 45 mins. He cried more often. I probably would have traded him for the CD doll in the middle of a 4 day stretch with no sleep. (not really)

Oh, to be young again.