Last Christmas the 6 year old got a doll. Not just any doll. A Sally Doll.
Sally is a toddler sized doll, with mad staring eyes, bow legs and wild hair.
The 6 year old instantly fell in love with her.
I did not.
On Boxing Day, on my way to the toilet, I glanced to my left into the 6 year old’s bedroom. I recoiled in horror when I saw Sally doll, in the 6 year old’s bed glaring at me, her head on the pillow.
Since then, I have learnt to live with Scary Sally: Sally face down on the grass, Sally laid on the stairs, Sally in the pushchair, Sally sat in the corner of the bathroom with her face peeping out from under a towel. I still jump when I walk into the living room and find her just sitting in the middle of the sofa giving me the evils.
She recently came in the car with us to the shops. Not wanting to scare the general public I told the 6 year old to leave her in the car. That is where she has stayed this week, forgotten, face down in the boot.
That is, until, I went to collect the children from My Sister’s on Monday evening. Opening the boot, my niece, She-Ra, jumped when she saw the lifeless body.
“It’s OK, it’s only Scary Sally” I said.
Yesterday I went to pick up a parcel from our old house. The new owner’s father in law kindly carried the parcel to the car for me. On the way we talked about how his granddaughter was in the same class as my daughter.
As I opened the boot. He looked horrified as I tried to untangle Sally’s hair from a golfing umbrella to make room for the large parcel. ”Good god” he said “I thought you’d left your baby face down in the boot”.
I have decided that Sally will slowly have to be phased out. I don’t know how this will happen but it will. Or at least I think it will.
Last night, when the children returned from a day with Grandma they had an Argos catalogue each. Instead of reading bedtime stories they asked if we could flick through the catalogue before bed.
Whatever floats their boat.
Unfortunately I should have opted for bedtime stories because not only did they each mentally write their Christmas lists, which included everything they cast their eyes on, but we discovered, to the 6 year old’s utter delight, that Scary Sally has a Scary brother called Sam. It is the same doll, same face, just dressed in boy clothes and sporting a rather attractive brown haired bowl cut.
I shall be vetoing the Christmas lists before they go to Santa.
13 Comments on "Scary Sally"
My Hubby bought that thing not for my daughter but to scare the hell out of me. Creepy stares that haunts you at your sleep=)
Never heard of her THANK GOD she IS scary!
Sally is scaring the shyte out of me as I type!
*shudder*
I shall be sleeping with one eye open from henceforth.
you’d think in todays technology they’d give her straight legs! Seriously, I am dreading the day Miss P wants a doll…I just think of Chuckie…freaky little things!
i really hate these dolls. they give me the creeps. i would like to see the police report on how many mistaken reports of toddler cruelty they get from these things.
M2M
I’m still laughing at that man’s reaction. Like you’d really leave a child face down in the back of the car.
Would you?
Too bad Sally didn’t get “Lost in the move.”
I think it is time for Sally to have a little “accident” and get left somewhere. If she follows you home, RUN!!!
Hilarious! I personally question the sanity of Sinister Sally’s inventor….I had a similar experience last Xmas with Swim Puppies which my 6yos demanded, not scary strictly-speaking, just plain hideous.
Jesus. Sally sounds seriously disturbing to me, God forbid I should ever have to meet one. Maybe you could melt her down and make her into something more useful? A mousemat? A doormat? A pair of Crocs?
I thank everything that is holy my daughter doesn’t like dolls. My MIL bought one for Mia when she was 4. The thing was nearly as tall as she was and she HATED it. Hated it with a passion. So we sent it to the charity shop. I feel really really bad about that now!
I know what you mean – Sally is scary, but she’s incredibly popoular with little kids, for some reason.
I have the same feelings towards my daughters Cabbage Patch doll Sasha!
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