My doll is a good helper. Saturday morning we were up early restaking/stringing the tomato plants. She is right there running circles around me. We hoed the garden, fixed plants, watered. I emptied my apron pocket of garden contents on the middle of the bench (that has previously been out of her reach). I went back for the string and the pile had been pilfered. Tossed to the ground and strung about. Could not find the string. "HoneyBelle—momma is looking for you!" Look what I found:
Then she promptly tossed the string and acted like she was busy stretching after a long nap. "What string—I do not see any string!"This is a frequent scenario. My gosh, what she can get into is amazing. We went back to work and she likes to jettison through the sprinkler, becoming a short, long mud ball.We finish outside, I bring her in and bath her complete with the ear and nail job. She is so wore out she has to lay down to eat. I am beginning to drag and it is only 10:00 a.m. We love HoneyBelle.