A favorite action figure

Watching my son play with his toys has reminded me of things we'd play as kids. The forts we'd make... The "bus rides" we'd take on the kitchen chairs while they were in the living room during floor-scrubbing... The hours and hours of food preparation in the sandbox. The escapades of our dolls...

My Barbie doll went to funerals regularly. She'd mourn the loss of her friends and relatives while kneeling beside their tissue-box caskets. There were  plenty of "tears", and fortunately there were always plenty of tissues on-hand.

She went camping a lot, too. Pretty much every day that our family wasn't camping during the summer, our Barbies would be camping on the  patio. Barbie would be in her tent with Ken and the gang, and she'd visit my sister's clan who camped in style in their camper. We'd heave them all into their above-ground pool to cool off, and they'd relax at the end of the day by a campfire.

And at least once a week, there'd be a big family reunion, when my best friend would bring her Barbies and camper over, and we'd all set up for some serious play. Without fail, my Ken would wind up drunk and would be hitting on all the Barbies and PJs, wreaking havoc on the family life of all in our little kingdom. He was such a perv.

But I digress...

We have this action-figure type doll that my son has really taken a liking to. My husband got it for me as a gag gift.

No, it's not Superman, or Batman, or a Power Ranger.

It's a Donald Trump doll.

Yes, my son LOVES the Donald Trump doll.

We'll be playing along on the floor, and something will remind him of Donald.

"Where's Donald?" he'll ask, while looking up at the cabinet, atop which Mr. Trump is often perched.

Donald gets as many "raspberries" on his belly as my husband gets -- and that's a lot! When Donald's clothes are awry, I know he's been raspberried.

Donald is a faithful companion during diaper changes, often modeling the perfect stay still & cooperate behavior.

Donald likes to play with trains, too. His ultra-bendy body parts can hold Thomas and friends without a problem.

But perhaps his favorite game with Donald is the Dump-Him- From-The-Bucket-Truck game. During this game, Donald sits -- just so -- inside the bucket of a Little Tykes truck. He's then vigorously dumped out of the bucket and onto the floor, on his head. This is my cue to make Donald respond. "Ouch!! Booo-hoooo... wahhh wahhh!!" (When in reality, The Donald doll wears a molded plastic helmet-like version of the real Donald's hair, so his head is protected quite nicely.) There's lots of laughing at this point. Laughing at Donald's pain, or more likely, laughing at Mommy's theatrics. Then there's a "big hug" for Donald, before returning him to the bucket. This exciting series of events is repeated over and over, until Donald escapes, or the little boy has tired himself out from laughing so much.

Do you suppose other kids will have childhood memories of The Donald doll?

Comments

[Sarcasmom]

Your Barbie went to funerals? I guess she had a little black dress and little black plastic spiked heels for her badly misshapen feet?

[nat]

I'm really laughing about this one! DONALD TRUMP? LOL. I hope your little guy won't want that comb-over to emulate his hero!!

[Marie]

Sarcasmom,
I don't remember her wearing anything special -- and my dolls never wore those dang shoes. But yes, many of my dolls died of a mysterious leg disease, where one leg would flop uncontrollably.

Nat,
I do wonder if he'd recognize the real Donald. ;-) He's never seen The Apprentice. And oh boy, did the little one have a serious comb-over as an infant. I should dig up a picture.

[Melody]

That's HILARIOUS!!! How funny is that? Too bloody funny!

I too was a big Barbie fan. It was an extended family of 16 Barbies, 3 Kens and 1 Skipper. They would always be out camping outside in the campervan, or visiting the local pool (an empty ice-cream container), sleeping on water beds (plastic wine bladders -it's an Aussie thing), attending many family reunions etc., I am loving the fact that Monet loves her Barbie. I think the new Barbie's have changed. Her boobs have seemed to shrunk from my day and her waist looks a little thicker. Now, if we can only work on the shoe size of barbie...

[Mrs. Flinger]

Shudupshudup! I MUST have one of those. OMG, that is amazing!! I thought my Jesus action figure was fun. Heckno! Donald Trump? AWESOME

BTW: Does he "trump" Jesus. Get it? GET IT! Oh, I kill me.

[kristi]

How funny! And how come your Barbies were always going to funerals?

[Marie]

Melody,
And those stupid tippy-toed feet! Why can't Barbie wear Birkenstocks??

Mrs. Flinger,
LOL! I think your guy trumps mine... Heehee! Check eBay -- that's where my hub bought our Donald. He even talks! In The Donald's real voice! It's hilarious.

Kristi,
I'm not sure -- we must have gone through a spell of going to a bunch of funerals ourselves. It seemed to be our way to bidding farewell to whatever we had to get rid of. Strange, huh?

[InterstellarLass]

Maybe your son will be a billionaire. We almost bought my son an Albert Einstein action figure. "Watch as he develops the theory of relativity!"

[Marie]

I would have no problem with that, Lass!!!

[raehan]

Hilarious.

I'm surprised that Donald didn't fire all of you after the rasberries.