These little cardboard cut outs have invaded my space. I can smell the permanent marker from their newly drawn smiles. Their plastic words don't pass the test and just because they wear labels that say "Friend" doesn't mean you'll find a heart once you tear down the model.
I know the flesh behind them doesn't care. I've been in those shoes and put forth my own happy puppet to entertain the idea that there is friendship here, there is caring, and maybe even love. And when it's all said and done, dolls are still dolls, and with a sigh of relief, mine goes in the trash...There's no need to save it, they are so easy to make.