We spent a nice evening celebrating my nephew's birthday at his home in Fort Morgan. Abby, his wife, is a terrific cook so we didn't mind making the drive. One of the best parts of a family dinner are the stories that emerge during the conversation. Some are repeats that we don't mind hearing again and again. One story that I heard tonight, however, was a new one to me. I guess when I was around three or four years old, we all went to Cinderella City- not to buy anything but to enjoy the big city experience. I saw a dolly that I really wanted but since it wasn't in the budget to also buy something for the other five kids, I was told no. Somehow my brothers who were seven and eight years older, convinced my mom that they didn't need anything and they wanted me to have the dolly. I still have Molly in my closet but now that I know the whole story about how I got her, I'm taking her out of the closet and putting her on display! Thanks Tom and Chris!
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