Molly

When I came home from work Orla was upstairs in my parents. I went to see what she was doing and she was playing with her little pram and doll that she got when she was one. She has never looked the road it was on, but apparently spent ages playing with it today. "This is my baby" she told me, "her name is Molly; she wants me to be her mummy." It was nigh on impossible for her to push the pram around because of the height of her now, so when we were in Tesco I had a quick look in the toy aisle and found a doll's buggy for £5.97. So Molly got a new buggy and was wrapped in a blanket when we got home. Orla has never shown any interest in dolls, but perhaps is more inclined to now that she's much more into imaginative play.