My Son Is A Doll

Troy's Diary (My Son's Diary 1) Hi!  Welcome.  So I was in the living room.  Minding my own business.  As usual..not!  But I  saw something so very interesting. Something that caught my eye immediately.  Something that made me want to decide whether to get up from my couch and leave my favourite show playing just to go see what the contents were.   It was Troy's Diary.  Yes!  My son's diary.   A moment passed with me staring at the stupidly unlocked secret book.  What kind of mother would I be if I just went and opened my son's diary without his permission? Not that anyone gave anyone permission to read their diaries.  So that was a stupid thought.   I mean was it not every mother's dream to actually see what their children thought  about them?  It was no secret that I hated my son.  No secret at all.  He even knows this.  But did he feel the same way?  I wanted to know....

Little girls have always had their treasured toys. Not the ones that can be thrown in the trash when they're out of style. But the ones that they go with to all the growing up happening .  That special toy...doll for me is my son. And when I say my son I mean my plastic doll that has been with me since well the last few years of my doll years. If there's such a thing! I don't know. But it seems so. There's always a time when we stop.  For some reason or the other we think...know that we've "outgrown" the doll stage.  Or we'd like to hope so. I mean when your friends have why can't you?   It's crazy what started out as cool can now be seen as super childish.  And no one!  God forbid wants to be known as childish.  No one!  Why  though? I never got that. I mean most of us aren't even that mature to start with.  I have literally gave up on even trying.  I mean why fix what's not broken right?  I just have to accept that I'm o...