• Then the baby started to cry this horrible imitation baby’s cry. It was so loud and terrible. I quickly put the key into the doll’s back so it would quit crying, and then I had to explain to the salesclerk why I was carrying around a plastic doll.

All of a sudden I heard a shrill, high pitched noise. It felt as if someone was taking nails to my ears.  As fast as a cheetah, I jammed the key into the back of the doll's back  to shush  it up.  I nervously and embarassingly looked around.  The salesclerk was looking at me with a funny look on his face.  I then explained the reason why i was carrying around a plastic doll.

• The doll really did look like a live baby from a distance. It even had a pleasant baby powder smell.

The doll had brown hair, brown eyes, and a cute button nose.  From a distance you couldn't even tell that the baby was made out of plastic.  The baby even had a smell that reminded me of my little cousin after we'd put baby powder all over him

• .My friends came over, and we all piled into the car. It was kind of squished because we had the baby’s seat in there, too. I had to treat the doll like a real baby because the computer inside also measured any abuse to the doll, such as shaking or neglect.

My friends finally showed up and we all piled into the car.  I felt slightly claustrophobic with the baby set taking up most of the back seat.  I had to make sure that the baby was secure in the baby seat, like a real baby would be.  The doll had a computer inside it which could tell when any abuse happened to it.  I had to make sure that I didn't shake, drop, or neglect eh baby whatsoever.  The baby was deffinantly not supossed to be used as a shake weight.