When my sister Tara and I were little, I remember very well the Christmas we each received the coveted Cabbage Patch Kids dolls. After ripping off the wrapping paper and seeing that little round plastic face smiling back at me, I was in heaven. . . my sister received one too and I remember us both pulling them out of the boxes and then comparing them(we were quite the comparative competitive sisters:) and thinking mine was the best. While, she, I'm sure, thought hers was. Its sorta like when you grow up and have kids and you think yours are cuter than everyone elses:) A mothers love. . . Well, back to the story, I remember each of us opening up the envelopes with the birth certificate inside that told you the name of your doll. I opened up mine and her name was "Hilda Aurora." Not my name of choice, but decent I guess. Hilda sounded old ladyish to me and Aurora reminded me of Sleeping Beauty, so I called her Aurora. And here is the good part...when Tara opened up hers, the name give to her doll was "Dorcas Amy." I remember laughing and laughing. I think she did too, but I'm sure part of her was also dying inside. :) And I'm also pretty sure she called her doll, Amy.
I was telling my kids this story the other day and they laughed so hard! I was laughing so hard I couldn't even get the entire story out. It just struck me so funny! Sorry Tara. I guess we are laughing at "little Tara's" expense:) Not the "adult Tara," so its okay.
Oh, but we loved little Dorcas, didn't we Tara? :) Ahhh, the beauty of childhood memories.