Today, I pulled felicity out of her bed and heard a clunk. I looked down at the floor and there was her body, headless! It took me a minute to register what had happened. I was holding her head. her body was on the floor. Omigosh. I was a little freaked out at first, but it was more funny, running through a hoard of my brother's friends with a headless doll. My mom was shocked. She was afraid I was going to have to send felicity to the doll hospital. Again. (When I was 7 years old, felicity became the rope in a game of tug-of-war, resulting in the loss of an arm and leg.) But instead of breaking down, I knelt to the floor and untied her neck strings. I slipped her head into the the opening and tied it closed. It looked good as new.
What a relief.