No, I am not talking about the big headed clown who sells greasy burgers. I am thinking of that toy that scared the beegeebers out of me as a kid. You know the one, you wind the handle while the annoying little ditty plays in your head:

“Round and round the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel, the monkey though it was so much fun, POP goes the weasel” 

I am not even sure, to this day, what horrific subliminal messages that song put into our tender innocent brains. The part that scared me the most was the anticipation and then the POP with the ugly clown head jumping out at me. It still gives me shivers to this day. Likely the deep rooted reason I detest clowns – and do not go to Jack for burgers.

Thankfully this Abby-in-the-Box is cute and friendly and gives kisses

Abby box1

Abby box2




We feed and bed the girls separately now (mostly due to size, but also to minimize the conflicts around food). Once the girls are zipped in, we open the top to put the food in. Here is another sign of how much they have grown. Now they can stand up and enjoy their own personal sun roof.

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3 Responses to “Jack-in-the-Box”

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  2. Diane Says:

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  3. Diane Says:

    Well thank you!

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