One disappointing Christmas I got the knock off version of a Fonzie doll. It looked more like a short version of Dustin Hoffman. It didn’t have the all-important articulated thumb. In fact, it didn’t have a thumb at all, much like cartoon characters only have four instead of five fingers. Where is the missing finger.
The following year, I got a pumpkin patch doll. Not a cabbage patch, but a pumpkin patch. All of her hair fell out. My parents tried to blame it on a vitamin deficiency.
And now you are telling me that you want to give me Hungry Howies. I’d rather have Hungry Hungry Hippos.