Yesterday, their daughter was home from college. She came over while I was out shopping. Bill said she was much too young to be living out on her own. I reminded him that we stopped living full time with our parents while we were still teenagers. We've reached the age where anyone without a few gray hairs is "too young" for anything, I think.
Anyway, neighbor daughter must have been told by her parents to start clearing out the things of her childhood. She brought over some Barbies (and lots of teeny tiny accessories) and three Scooby-Doos that sing songs. Bill said she had collected them way back when.
Three Scooby-Doos that sing/bark Jingles Bells or whatever. I'm not sure what they sing because I have banished them from my presence. I hear them rolfing in the next room and I try hard not to listen. I suggested that at least two be gifted to friends who might enjoy their