In hindsight, this post seems to be a simple case of adult myopia on my part.
A 2 year old anywhere has every right to make what might be a loaded statement in the warped world of adolescents and older creatures...she really might not like anything too brown (which the doll was, in a rather paint-job way - the school's way of sensitizing children to people of all color, maybe), like I might not like green in clothes.
What you hear is what you want to hear or something along those lines...
It can only be the curse of the politically correct syndrome that visits adults which made me wish aloud that it wouldnt carry on to her adult life...after all she did seem to like me, though I admit I am a couple of shades lighter than the doll in question. There I go again...pathetic! This is a rare case of me quibbling with non-issues. Well, theres always a first time for everything as they say...
shes an absolute doll...blonde to the point of white, lovely blue eyes behind the fringe, the works...sassy and sweet...made a card with her colored paper and sparkle sprinkle stuff...said it was for me...all of two and a half and a whiz with jigsaws, her kind.
lisped the other day,'I dont like that doll'....before I could ask why...'shes too brown'.
seriously hope she outgrows that particular feeling on her way to adulthood!