My husband, L, had this Custer doll when he was a boy. He saved it and it has made many moves with us. We were cleaning his workshop last night and Custer, once again, surfaced.
When J was two we tried to give him the Custer doll. His response? "NO, THANK YOU!" with an edge of fear in his toddler voice. We decided to try again since he's six now.
Flamboyant in his prime, Custer has now come to an acceptance of his purpose. He is stoic.
Several years ago (with another little boy) he sustained an injury that cost him his hand. No matter. He's prepared to do what he needs to do.
Our brave hero makes a declaration, hand raised in defiance: "I Will Prevail!"
A blast of snow takes him down.
Custer struggles to his feet, the weight of heavy snow on his shoulders. His arm is still raised in a gesture of bravado. What's this? OH NO! It's the Leaf of Doom!
Our brave soldier is bombarded yet again.
The general is rescued and taken to the field hospital. After recovering, he raised his right hand...uh...right arm and vowed he would fight any enemy, with no regard to age or super-giantism.
Next time I will report on a sociology experiment.
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