Granpa and Grandma D gave the girls these GINORMOUS Mickey and Minnie dolls last week. As luck would have it, some furniture arrived at the same time in these coffin shaped boxes. So luckily, our TV room is now a little hospital/morgue/dorm room depending on the girls' moods. As they get pushed around in these boxes all day, I am continually tripping over them in my, uh, rush to unpack the garage. I'm thinking about a proper sailor's burial at sea. We could actually push them accross the road and they'd probably slide right down the hill into Saratoga Passage. But then, they'd have to cross a private beach and Jack would never allow that.