Lara wrote me a letter about her doll named Babe.
I have a baby doll
Named Babe
That’s not a baby
Not even maybe;
Because my baby doll,
You see,
Is a baby doll
That’s older than me;
And it used to belong to my mom.
Now Babe is forty
And Mom’s forty-two
And you can’t have a baby
That’s forty
Can you?
Ha!
Well I do!