Since our Saturday was so drag-driven, our visit to Ellis Island on Sunday involved brainstorming potential 19th-century immigrant drag names during the ferry ride. We came up with the following personae:
Ellis Island Fairy
On Saturday evening at dinner, I started getting all (drunkenly) blubbery about my sisters-in-law and how much I love them, and how much I always wanted a little sister. Randy had told me several years ago that when I was young I wanted a little sister named Mary (Typhoid Mary?). I always had this maternal instinct thing going on, then Randy reminded me about the Little People play sets from Fisher-Price I used to be obsessed with.
These were perfect little child-grip sized people (although based on the picture below, they have a much looser definition of the word "people" than my generation did, what with the example being some sort of genetic pig mutation with a thriving commercial pilot career) that fit into different little holes and whatnot. You can spend hours organizing them and lining them up. So fun!
|OMG, an airport! How fun!|
I called them "Poopies." I always had to run off to go play with my Poopies. What's that you say? You need me to do something right now? Sorry, I'm busy ... playing with my Poopies.
Sandy H. has this to say about the matter: "Yeah, we called them People. You called them Poopies. People (Poopies) donate them to Habitat for Humanity. I saw some today including the furniture which included a potty chair for the baby Poopie. They still make them but a different version since 1990. Apparently they were listed in a book called Toys That Kill. That put a damper on things for a while. But they still make them. Also, Googling 'Little People' will catch you up on dwarfism."
|Me as a child, not a self-imagined dwarf.|