The worse toys

 Rick grabbed my arm and twisted it then looked at my chest. "Nope," he said.
 
He wasn't being violent. I can hear all those who think we have a fairy tale relationship issue a sigh of relief.

We'd been chatting in bed over tea and I admitted that even though it went against my feminist side, I had bought Llara a Growing up Skipper Doll when she was in second grade.

That was the doll when you twisted its arm, it grew boobs. The doll could be returned to kid status by a reverse twist. I showed him a demonstration video.

He hadn't heard about it until that moment.

"It doesn't work on humans," I told him.