Polly Pocket time!
Polly Pocket time with dad that is.
Sissy gets her bags of figures out, complete with clothing and options, and we play.
After the "gals" properly accessorize, the Polly Pockets have tea parties...
We prepare for an antique show...
Or sometimes, we arrange them as an audience to cheer on a musical performance by one of the Polly Pockets; strangely the figure singing sounds always identical to Sissy's voice.
But at least one odd thing occurs during this 7:30 play time.
Like:
--WHAM! Polly and friends will be suddenly struck by a large toy cement mixing truck; or
--SLASH! Darth Vader will appear swinging a lightsaber and knock over several tables and chairs; or
--BOOM! Soldiers in green camouflage and armed with automatic weapons launch a flanking attack.
Sissy will react with a surprised laugh, and then scold me with a "Daaaaaddddyyy!"
Order in Polly World is then restored.
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Wait, can you blame me for the violent intrusions to the doll gathering though?
I believe it is simply my male genetic code righting itself to equilibrium.
And, perhaps Polly Pocket time is the real reason I blog anonymously.
28 comments:
This post describes playtime at my home in a nutshell - although for us it was always My Little Ponies! So many good memories! :D
I don't have any children...but the post reminds me of one time when both my sister and I were little kids...I asked if she wanted to "play He-Mans with me" and she ended up arranging a tea party for Skeletor, Moss Man, and his ilk...not really what I had had in mind, lol.
haha, aw! what a good Dad you are, and the crashes, booms and visiting aliens who have come to eat Polly's brain at your hands, are totally expected given your gender. I don't think age has anything on "boy & toys".
Polly Pockets will forever hold a special place in my heart- my brother is 6 years younger than me and was still into any toy when I was getting to the end of my toy days. Some of the last toys I used to play with were Polly Pockets and because my brother always wanted to play at all, he would joyfully join me to make up storylines. Well, I determined that my Brother liked these toys so much that I should get him them for XMas, and my Sister agreed- she also agreed that we should get him other girl toys. So on XMas morning, my Sister and I (we're 2 years apart and my Bro is much younger) handed my Bro his gift which was a huge basket of dolls, polly pockets and pink. Needless to say, my Dad wasn't thrilled... hahaha.
I love Polly Pocket. She is so cool. I know I would have played with her if she'd been out when I was a kid. Polly rules!
I know Miley Cyrus, don't know Polly Pocket:)
You're the best Dad in the whole wide world. I love this post.
Good for you man! Only real men can play with Polly Pockets!
I play with Dora and Boots.But Dora always seems to get run over with a truck or held hostage by Darth Vader. Indiana Jones always comes to her rescue though.
I wish more fathers would take the time with their kids!
hahaha yes now I see why you blog anonymously..lol
Playtime is fun with kids no matter the toys, but you need some ninja turtles to come throw a pizza party...haha
Just like bland stories are boring, so is bland playing. Go Daddy! Add those thrills and chills.
Slamdunk:
ROFLMAO...oh, the joys of fatherhood...and the imaginations we "toy" with...
Wonderfully presented.
Stay safe out there.
You are so funny! Yes, that happened when I played with my son too. I'd be playing with lego and bam! my son ran over my lego house with a Tonka truck. Who saw that coming!
Love this! Polly Pocket time is the reason you're a GREAT dad!
Your so cute. I think it's great you play dolls with yiur daughter.
You've given me a big smile over this. Good for you, taking the time to be with your daughter, even if you have to let the little boy out while doing it.
I'm a mom of three boys, so I understand this so much. Of course, my scenario is opposite. ;)
Too much awesomeness. I have a hard time making decent war noises/nefarious villain voices when playing with my son. That's a male genetic thing, I think.
I remember polly pocket!!! My grandma was always afraid that I would choke on those pieces...hahaha
I've spent much time trying to change the clothes on those Polly Pockets and it's enough to drive you crazy! I wish I'd have thought to run over the gang with a cement truck!
But seriously, Sissy will always remember her Polly Pocket time with Dad. It will be a special memory that she'll always carry with her.
That is the sweetest thing I've seen in a long time. Polly Pockets with Dad--now that's what memories are made of. Even if Polly occasionally has to suffer the wrath of a cement truck.
very cool post, you are good at what you do, :) very insightful!
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Gotta love a man who plays Polly Pockets with his daughter. And blogs about it.
Hahah! Green army men invading Polly Pockets. Only you. I wouldn't let anyone know who I was either. LOL
Those are the fun times with our kids we remember.
You can't take the guy out of the Polly Pocket-playing pop.
:D That was awesome, it brought back memories of how my grand dad would sit so patiently get really into it playing with the dolls and how he'd insist on having this particular army tanker run over this particular doll of mine :) How I used to hate that! But yeah, its really awesome you're playing with your kid and all that :) And hahaha, really? This was something that could force you to go anonymous?
As a kid I never cared much for dolls. Although I did have a Barbie who went on camping trips with my brother's G.I. Joe.
I always thought Polly Pockets were cute. My daughters really liked My Littlest Pet Shop.
Treasure these days of playing Polly Pocket...before too long your daughter will be a teenager telling you you can throw them out, and calling you a hoarder. Nope, won't do it :)
Another cement truck ruins the tea party. Ha.
I think you are probably keeping her well balanced, not to mention entertained.
Awe, so sweet! Do you do tea parties -Love the internet daddy/daughter tea story of how the daddy thinks its so sweet how she gives him water...until the mommy points out the only water the daughter can reach is in the toilet bowl!
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