Dating : Good Dolly, Miss Molly

I blame the parents

— Molly, where on Earth did you get that thing?

— Grandma give him to me when she was here last week.

— Martin, are you listening? Your mother is causing problems again.

— But Mum, I love him. Grandma said she’s had him since she was a girl.

— I don’t care. I can’t have it in this house. Martin, will you help me here?

— He reminds me of my friend Aminu. I call him Mu.

— You’re not still playing with him, Molly? I told you I didn’t like him.

— He’s always nice to me. What’s wrong with him?

— You wouldn’t understand Molly. I don’t know how his parents can afford the fees. I bet he’s on free school meals.

— Well, Aminu’s my best friend. And Mu’s my favourite toy. So there.

— Why don’t you invite Becky for a sleepover next weekend?

— I told you, she’s always making fun of me.

— Martin, do something for once. Your daughter’s stressing me out.