One of my new favorite diversions is Polly Pocket. She is a little doll with tiny rubber clothing that is impossible for my non-nimble fingers to easily don and disrobe. However, it seems my three-year old consort is getting pretty adept at it. Plus, it can only be done when her two younger siblings are napping. The size of a shoe is about a pinkie thumbnail.
I can get a good 30 minutes or longer on playing with Polly, and usually done without me! The minute we hear one of the twins peeping? My little charge cleans up that bin of Polly gear faster than she eats an ice cream cone! We know Polly is too little for the sisters, and we adhere to this rule with a vengeance. I love it! Somehow Polly has instilled in her a special status, one that is obvious in its minute size, not like other toys with little parts that really aren’t that small. Polly shoes and purses are uber-tiny.
The Polly Scurry is wonderful, Although, remind me to wash my cake pan when next I use it. Right now, it works perfectly as a “Polly pool.”