My five-year-old granddaughter was playing with dolls when she made the big doll lock the little one in a closet. “Stay in there till you learn,” she said in a hard, grown-up voice. When I asked who taught her that, she whispered: “Mack says good girls don’t cry.” Then I asked how long the little doll had to stay in the closet. She held up five fingers. Then five more. Ten hours. I lifted her shirt to check her back—and what I saw made me reach for the phone.
My granddaughter was playing with her dolls on my living room floor when I realized the game wasn’t really a game. She was five years old. She had two dolls …
My five-year-old granddaughter was playing with dolls when she made the big doll lock the little one in a closet. “Stay in there till you learn,” she said in a hard, grown-up voice. When I asked who taught her that, she whispered: “Mack says good girls don’t cry.” Then I asked how long the little doll had to stay in the closet. She held up five fingers. Then five more. Ten hours. I lifted her shirt to check her back—and what I saw made me reach for the phone. Read More
