Sunday, April 08, 2007

Return to the valley of the dolls

I hate McDonalds.

With the fire of a thousand suns does this hatred burn in my soul. Hate, I tell you. H-A-T-E.

I didn't have such a remarkable odium for the place until Ittybit was born and the lure of easy pancake breakfasts on the run attracted me like a mackerel to a live anchovy.

Because, you see, my failure as a mother is directly and concretely measured by the number of times we visit "Old MacDonald" each week instead of firing up the stove.
This week I'm 0 for 5.

However, this week, and until April 19th, it's not laziness and an inability to subvert the "cheese and whine" that's steering my car to the formidable Golden Arches – it's a fear of the warning: "while supplies last."

You see the Alexander Doll Company, makers of Madame Alexander dolls, has again teamed up with the fast food giant. This year the Happy Meal giveaway is one of eight, 4 ½-inch Wizard of Oz-themed dolls.

While I can resist the remarkably fragrant hotcakes and sausage biscuit sandwiches, and can forgo Big Macs and Chicken McNuggets completely, I can't pass up the toys. For decades I have had an addiction to the cutesy things all wrapped in plastic that Mickey D's been putting in its Happy Meals.

I'm so hooked, in fact, that the one thing I regret about my New Zealand honeymoon was passing up an opportunity to visit a makeshift Happy Meal toy museum in a little drinkwater town, which boasted a million exhibits.

Until this latest promotion, though, I was able to resist temptation. The weird aliens and My Little Ponies didn't reach out and grab me with their wily plastic charms. I successfully adhered to a self-imposed rule of "only on days when the pancake batter runs out," usually a planned occurrence once a week.

But this Madame Alexander thing — this nostalgic trip back to childhood, a behind-the-glass plaything, something to admired more than played with — is too seductive. I NEED to collect all eight.

And that's what they want me to do. They want me to indulge my inner child while I indulge hers. They want to indulge the little girl hiding in the pockets of my maternity wear who, as a child, coveted the super expensive baby dolls, the only purpose of which is for decorating beds. These dolls, mothers would explain, are not for touching. They are not for dragging around by the hair. They are special.

My childhood Madame Alexander Doll – "Beth" from the Little Women series – is still in its original box in my parent's bedroom closet. It was stored there throughout my childhood, taken down once in a while and shown to me so I could 'ooh and ah' at its beauty.

It was a little like the Lionel train set in my father's collection that came out each Christmas and circled the tree. The only difference was that we got to play with the train eventually once my dad had given us the refresher course on model train engineering, which usually lasted at least a week and included various tests in the art of breaking and reversing.

Now it was my turn.

When I opened the bag to dispense the breakfast fare and complementary toy and saw the doll staring up at me I froze. It was Dorothy. I threw the napkins over the package and hauled out the hotcakes.

She was so famished she forgot about the toy prize, and my greedy self decided not to remind her. "That doll is special," I thought with the squinty eyes calculation.

Eventually she remembered the loot and out of the package it came. She named her new doll "Pollycina, her crunchy doll" and immediately "combed" her hair into a do remarkably similar to an ’80s-era Flock of Seagulls look.

I watched in horror, but I knew what I had to do. As soon as I dropped her off at the sitter's house I had a date with a drive-thru.


MommasWorld said...

I hate McDees too. I don't like their food, I don't even want to go inside. I will from time to time agree to drive thru for my children when they deserve a special treat or we are travling. This happens about once week or every two weeks.

I usually toss the Happy Meal toys when they are not looking. Those toys seem to always sift to the bottom of the toy box and no one really plays them after the first day.

Snow White's new daycare center actually has a plastic tub full of McDee toys for "carpet time" along with many other toys such as lincolon logs, cards, and such. I offered to donate some toys this week. As we went through Snow White's toy box I did find two Madame Alexander dolls from McDees. One was Cruella DeVile from the Disney movie 101 Dalmations and the other was Jazmine from the Disney movie Aladin. I was about to throw them in the donation box when Snow White mistooke them for Kelly dolls (Barbie's little sister). Once she realized they were not Kelly dolls she said it was ok to keep or toss them. She also received the Witch from Oz last weekend which is still in the car. If any of these will put a smile on your face let me know. I would much rather give them to you than to the daycare center already over ridden with Happy Meal toys.

Oh, stop by and help us with some 70s music if you like!

MommasWorld said...

I just wanted to pop by and say...

You've been nominated!


toyfoto said...

That is super nice of you, and so unexpected. Thank you!