This thread reminds me of when I was little and would have tea parties for my dolls (the bigger, stuffed ones). And the only other human who would join us woul dbe my dad, and he always loved my non-existant pink tea and never failed to compliment me. sigh. my brothers were jerks though, they always ate the sandwiches and told me i was playing with 'dead people'. Eventually I stopped doing it because I really started to get scared of the dolls. and I complained to my dad about it too, he wasnt too happy with my brothers and gave them a good 'talking'
Anyway, carry on
