It was not long after Christmas 2010. My girls were three years old at the time. Among other things, Santa had brought them rag dolls that were exactly the same size as them. They took them everywhere. We had been shopping and once I had loaded it all into the car, we went to McDonald’s for food. The girls chose a table for six, they each took a chair and placed their dollie in the one beside them. Their mother sat at one end, a girl on each side, leaving me the seat with the dolls for company.
I went up to get the food. It was busy that day and the queues were long. The second I returned with the food nice and hot, the girls, of course, both announced that they needed to use the bathroom, so they went off with their Mother. I sat down between the life sized dolls.
Five minutes later they had not returned and I was getting some very strange looks from the other customers. There really was nothing else for it. I gave each doll a Happy Meal and a drink and started eating and chatting away to them.
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