Monday, July 27, 2009

The Scene of the Crime


The Crime Scene
Originally uploaded by sammi's mom
Samantha’s doll house is a wonderful, wonderful thing, but it harbors some pretty sinister activity. In a world where television is dominated by crime dramas such as Law & Order (original, SVU, Criminal Intent and probably a slew of others I eventually learned to tune out), CSI (original, Miami, New York and probably a slew of others I eventually learned to tune out), Criminal Minds (just the one), Bones (again, just the one…for now…), the Evening News, as well as a slew of others I eventually learned to tune out, I’ve become quite sensitive to things that seem a bit off. I do get a little paranoid, generally, now that I know that just about anything could happen just about anywhere, even in our dull, ordinary lives. It really is quite scary. A child’s doll house should not be a scary place. Ever. But I tend to see the dark side of its pink walls and floral bed-coverings, its stainless steel appliances, musical changing table, and shiny, plastic twin bassinettes. Samantha plays with the dolls, particularly enjoying seating the mommy, daddy, young daughter and twin boy and girl around the table, pretending that they’re eating their breakfasts. She exclaims, “Oh no!” whenever one of the dolls falls off of its chair, and asks for help to make it right. And make it right, I do. Before I go to bed each night, I put each doll in a comfortable, innocent position, making sure no baby is left unattended on the changing table or floor, or even left alone at the dining table. Nobody is left fully-clothed in the bathtub, and generally I just make sure everyone is tucked carefully into their beds. If I don’t do that, it becomes something other than a doll house—it becomes a crime scene. That’s what I call it, when out of earshot of Samantha. One day, just for fun, I may wrap it in yellow tape, just because. The photo above is how I found it yesterday—a crime in progress!

7 comments:

Carol N. said...

Gotta love those mysterious and naughty dollies.

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amy flege said...

gee sounds like our doll house too!!!!I so wish our girl could get together to play!

Monica Crumley said...

Looks like Ken has something up his sleeves. I never did trust him :-) Now there's a new movie coming out about GI JOe? Serious competition for Barbie.

Amber said...

Seriously...do you have any idea...first of all how much I relate to this *only in our house it would be "child abuse" with baby dolls in strange places* and second how much I enjoyed the chuckle this morning.
Much needed! Thank you for sharing and setting it up so well!

Dawn said...

Thank you for writing this post. I really needed a smile and you provided that for me.

It also brought back memories of when I much preferred my Barbie to "date" my brother's GI Joe dolls. I think that is where my attraction to men in uniform came from. Good think I ended up with a man who used to be a cop.

*laughs*

e.Beth said...

whenever i go out of town and my friend heather watches the cats, i return to find my barbies (i have several) in very compromising positions. the x-files mulder ken is very flexible.