Childhood Games

Nothing like a rousing game of spin the dolls leg on a humid summer night to bring a little bit of joy into an otherwise uneventful evening. The game piece acquired from one of the triplet dolls courtesy of the Salvation Army one year at their big Christmas give away.I got the red haired one to match my hair. Mary the blonde .Deb got the brunette.Other than hair color identical. Right off the bat Deb smeared my mom's lip stick On her dolls face not very precisely as she was three. Mary decided to wash her babies hair that turned it into a matted unhair like mess that she then attempted to sculpt with scissors.My doll baby Was the sole survivor. These dolls built to mimic a healthy nine to ten month baby were equipped with some pretty meaty thighs that tapered down to the most delicate little toes. The game was played loosely on spin the bottle with some variation. The dolls leg which had been removed from its hip socket just for this occasion was placed on the apex of thigh protrusion.With a flick of the wrist it would spin nicely thus till it came to rest little piggies facing your victim.Picking the leg up securely by its slender little ankle(just like her mamas)you would Whack the daylights out of said sibling with that broad little thigh.Then it was their turn to spin. The youngest would beg to play which really put us in a catch 22.If she didn't get to play she cried woke dad and we got whipped.If she did play she cried when she was on the receiving end of the leg Woke dad and we got whipped.We resorted to assigning someone to mouth clap position to stifle her indignation at the assault by those claiming to love her.We really did.We still do. Spin the dolls leg is one of our fondest memories and I am happy to have shared it with you today.