I was talking with some good friends last night, reminiscing about weird trends from back in the day. The conversation had swirled around creepy movies, etc. We all agreed that creepy movies with dolls and clowns are just not cool. Never have been a fan of clowns. And after seeing some creepy movies with dolls, when the girls were little and one of their “real life looking baby dolls” would be sitting on their bed, or thrown on the floor, I’d walk by and totally freak myself out for a minute. One of the oddest trends to me also was the time out dolls. If you had one, or have one – to each his own, but I never was a fan. You’d walk into someone’s countrified décor house and be conversing happily until you are startled by an odd human-like bundle of clothing resembling a life-size little kid who is in the corner and you realize it has been there, not-moving for the past hour! When you ask your host, she says, “Oh, that’s Time-out Tommy, isn’t he the cutest?” I smile the awkward polite smile which hides my real thoughts, “No, he is not the cutest but the weirdest! And somewhat creepy.” I can only imagine running downstairs in the night and seeing creepy Time-out Tommy still in the corner plotting his escape…the next thing you know he’d be under my bed…scratching…ok, I’ve seen too many creepy doll movies, I admit!

Apparently there is still a market for Time-Out Dolls…hurry and place your order for a Biker Pouty Time Out Doll now! Just in time for Mother’s Day? Again, why is this a good idea? To each his own, I guess.

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Born in Cochabamba, Bolivia to wonderful missionary parents, Howard and Maxine Morarie. Grew up in Bolivia, both in a remote jungle village

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