Beloved — and not so — dolls

Somewhere along the way, Bing and I failed as parents. Big time. All five of our offspring hate dolls. They call them, "creepy." How can this be?
My childhood was awash in dolls. I had tea parties with my dolls. I wheeled them around the neighborhood in their little doll buggy. I dressed and re-dressed them in lovely gowns. I took them with me wherever I went. I still have several of them — some are slightly worn, and some (Raggedy Ann and Andy for two) are almost unrecognizable, but still treasured.
Read all of Molly's Ink Spots in the March 7 Advance.