There's only one reason why we still have this particular 80s icon in our house: our grandchildren spend more time playing with Mother Goose than any other 'toy' we have. They ride her, kiss her, pet her, groom her. She stars in their made-up plays and adventures. She was the star in Jonah's recent 3rd grade class play; unfortunately a teacher accidentally dropped her on her tail, shattering her rear half. The mortified teacher begged to buy me a new one, but where would you find such a thing in 2012? We patched her up good as new.
Our younger grandchildren love to dress her in whatever is handy. Yesterday they used their Great-Great Grandma Ashe's crocheted doilies. If our golden goose could see herself in the mirror she would be embarrassed as all get-out:
We'll keep her around until disaster strikes and she's beyond repair. I hope she lasts through all of our grandchildren's young lives before she gives up the goose. Oops, I mean ghost. In their old age they will have a common memory to laugh about. And they'll wonder why Grandma had this dorky thing sitting around.
Our younger grandchildren love to dress her in whatever is handy. Yesterday they used their Great-Great Grandma Ashe's crocheted doilies. If our golden goose could see herself in the mirror she would be embarrassed as all get-out:
