You know how kids talk to their dolls?
“American Doll Company has announced the first release of a hearing impaired doll.”
“…you mean the rest of them can hear us?”
“…you mean the rest of them can hear us?”
DrWatson · 70-79, M
These are the American Girl dolls.
Each comes from a different era of American history, and each comes with books about her life, as well as accessories which reflect the stories
So this doll will have a story about what it was like to be hearing impaired at her moment in history.
Each comes from a different era of American history, and each comes with books about her life, as well as accessories which reflect the stories
So this doll will have a story about what it was like to be hearing impaired at her moment in history.
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Mamapolo2016 · F
@Kstrong I don’t know … but I suspect there may be dolls for other countries too.
bijouxbroussard · F
Mamapolo2016 · F
@bijouxbroussard Agreed. We lived in a rural and non-diverse county.
When my daughter was about three, she and I were shopping. A black woman was in line just before us and my kid was fascinated by her. Always sociable, my daughter went closer. The woman smiled at her, all the encouragement she needed. She reached out her little hand and touched the woman’s hand. “Does that (blackness) come off?”
This lovely woman crouched down and said, “No, honey. That’s my skin.” She explained how black people had hair and skin that was different from white people and that was one of the best things. “All different people but just people.”
I listened, stunned. I won’t say my child had never seen people of a different race, but they were few and far between.
My mother made cabbage patch dolls for the grandkids. I called her and a couple of weeks later my little girl received a large package in the mail. Inside was a black doll, a Native American one, a Chinese doll…you get the drift. My daughter and I played for hours, looking up locations on a globe, reading about customs and traditions.
It was a rich moment, standing in line with that patient, kind black woman. I wish I knew how to find her.
When my daughter was about three, she and I were shopping. A black woman was in line just before us and my kid was fascinated by her. Always sociable, my daughter went closer. The woman smiled at her, all the encouragement she needed. She reached out her little hand and touched the woman’s hand. “Does that (blackness) come off?”
This lovely woman crouched down and said, “No, honey. That’s my skin.” She explained how black people had hair and skin that was different from white people and that was one of the best things. “All different people but just people.”
I listened, stunned. I won’t say my child had never seen people of a different race, but they were few and far between.
My mother made cabbage patch dolls for the grandkids. I called her and a couple of weeks later my little girl received a large package in the mail. Inside was a black doll, a Native American one, a Chinese doll…you get the drift. My daughter and I played for hours, looking up locations on a globe, reading about customs and traditions.
It was a rich moment, standing in line with that patient, kind black woman. I wish I knew how to find her.
ArishMell · 70-79, M
Just don't let whoever makes those 'Alexa' thingummies anywhere near that toy company...