UberYounger loves this doll, and tenderly cares for its every need. Apparently a mother's eyes can't see the evil, cunning glow in its baby's inhuman eyes, and can overlook the Mikail Gorbachev black smudge on its head from when UberElder was instinctively trying to give it the mark of the beast with a black marker, but was too young to know how to write "666."
It's very difficult when your own adorable offspring lovingly offers up her demon doll to you with wide, trusting eyes and says, "Kiss my baby, mommy." It takes all of my strength to smile, lift the devil's offspring to my lips, and wait for the searing flames of hell to burn off the lower half of my face.
Luckily, that hasn't happened yet. But I am not the only one freaked out by some dolls. Check out The Haunted Dollhouse for starters. If you dare.
