This is Buddy. Black eye and naked, he has seen better days. He was once well loved. These days, not so much. I have rescued him from the trash many times. He’s come close to being homeless. I think his brother might be dead. Last time I saw him, he was naked too. And dirty. And had a twisted arm. Both brothers have had bad hair days for many years. But really it’s not their fault. They’re lucky to have hair.
You see their hair kept me from going bald. Really, it did. When my children were little they’d curl up in my lap and twist my hair in their fingers. It brought them great comfort. Me? Not so much. They’d twist and wring it all the way to my scalp. I’d be wincing in pain and they’d sweetly drift off to lala land.
Then I spotted the dark haired Buddy at the toy store. I had one of those eureka moments. I figured Oldest might would sleep with Buddy and twist his hair instead of mine. First, I had to get Dirt Man past the fact that yes, I was indeed, buying his son a doll. Their hair was even the same color. Oldest won’t admit it now, but it was instant affection.
My sons accuse me of buying them look alike dolls. It was just coincidence that Oldest had brown had like his Buddy, and I had to get a different version for Youngest, and yes, they both happened to be blonde. At any rate, I was able to keep my hair, and the boys slept well at night.
From a distance the Buddy dolls looked realistic as they were the size of a small child. I remember once hearing my uncle talking to someone inside the house while we were all outside. I went in to witness him having a conversation with the dolls who were propped up on the sofa in front of a blaring television set. He apparently thought they were my kids and thought they were too absorbed in the show to answer him. It was everything I could do not to laugh at him. He was quite embarrassed when he looked over to see both of my children standing there with me.
So, both of my sons grew up and ditched Buddy. Through the years I would find the two Buddies in the trash. I’d take them out and hide them. They’d find them again and toss them. It appears that Brown Haired Buddy might have slipped past me. Blonde Haired Buddy was stuffed in the top of a closet. That’s the thanks they get for years of unconditional devoted love. So sad.