Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Today, I put Matthew on the floor to play while I went to check on our little garden. When I came back in, the sight in front of me was horrifying. Matthew had Nataleigh's doll. He was hugging it, and chewing on it. I shouted NO! and snatched the doll from him and gave him a squeaky ball instead. He looked at me and cried. "Matty" I said "Dolls are for girls! You can play with squeaky ball!" and put the doll away on my bedside table. He kept crying. He finally forgot about the doll, and we ate lunch. After lunch, we cleaned up and laid down for a nap. An hour later, I heard him squealing with joy. I went to go look... the doll had fallen off the table and into his crib. I took the doll away again, and gave him another toy. Later that evening, my husband came to me and said "Why is Matthew playing with a doll?" I went and I looked, and sure enough, that SAME DOLL had found its way back over to Matthew. I shouted "This doll is possessed!" and threw it in the garbage. I pray the doll doesn't find its way back in the house.