I have tried everything from trying to sell it to the postman to trying to have the street cleaner take it away to trying to get the dog to eat it. My favorite story, however, is the day I cradled her like a baby doll. My mother, Kristen, and I had just returned home from running errands. In the living room, my mother had set up a playpen for Kristen. As soon as we walked through the door, my mother placed the car seat containing the sleeping baby in the playpen and ran to the bathroom. I decided I wanted to play, so I packed up some quick fall protection with pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals and climbed into the playpen. Then I undid Kristen's seatbelt and left the stall. I walked over to my little rocking chair that I had placed between my parents' recliners and started rocking the little doll. A few minutes later my mother came out of the bathroom and was both horrified and amazed by what she saw. After he took the baby away from me he asked me how I did it and I told him with the biggest, proudest smile on my face. She told my father that night when he came home from work. Instead of spanking me like I expected, he surprised me and calmly explained to me why I couldn't do it. After his lecture he showed me how to hold back