Call me crazy,
but I thought when I had a girl, I would only be dealing with bows and barbies and tea parties.
I didn't think hanging or severed limbs came with the feminine-territory.
Boy, was I wrong.
Somehow, G.I. Joes and batmans without limbs...even headless...don't seem as sad as a baby doll with a gimpy, dangling ankle. Despondent, that's how I felt for about .5 seconds.
Dr. Mom to the rescue.