Tagged Dolls

Listen To Your Wife

I hated those dolls, hundreds of them all over the house. Some small, others as big as a child. We’d been married for ten years my wife loved them, she had collected them all of her life. They were everywhere. On chairs, shelves, even the bed. Quaintly dressed china dolls. I found it hard to even set foot in my home. I had enough one day and just put them all into boxes. She went ballistic. “Where are my babies what have you done with them”? Her babies! We argued for hours, the dolls came back out. Their mean little…