Since I don’t remember when, dolls have creeped me out. But not my Bun.
We have three dolls similar to this, courtesy of Day Care Lady. And Bun loves ’em all.
Monkey takes their clothes off, and Bun walks around forlornly with the little outfits. She comes to find me, and fix it.
And even though dolls completely creep me out, I do it. I put their outfits back on, and even (gulp!) let Bun sleep with one.
“Bah-by!” she crows when she sees a doll. She cradles it in one arm, kisses its head.