House on the Rock is basically an eclectic museum of collections in Wisconsin.
We took a "girls day" trip there with my mom when I was in high school. One of the displays is a doll collection. It's petrifying. I swear to God, some of them had fangs. For real. They had teeth, and they were not shaped like squares. They were definitely sharp, menacing little mouth triangles.
Any girl that plays with old-fashioned dolls is seriously brave. Especially if she sleeps with them in her room while they stare at her all night.
Monica used to tell me that her American Girl doll, Molly, had a little knife that she would cut me with while I was sleeping. "That's what happens when you have cuts or bruises and you don't know where they came from. It's Molly. So don't annoy me, or she'll come after you."
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