It’s a tough life here for a doll. Why just this afternoon Ave walked up to me and said: “Uh, mom, Belle’s got a problem.” Sure enough, Belle went and got herself knocked up in some sort of self-impregnating disaster. And so I did what any good mama of 3, privy to the tearing of childbirth and doll abuse would do, I yanked as hard as I could crossing my fingers nothing break. I give you Belle²