A year ago, when my teenage son and I went to visit my parents in New Jersey, he and I both had a “troll doll” on the table.

My son loved it and we were so excited that we’d finally found a doll to be a troll.

The first day I put it on, he cried.

He had no idea what to do with it.

We tried to comfort him.

“That’s OK, Dad.

You can just put it in the laundry and it’s OK,” he told me.

Then I said, “But it’s not going to be OK if you don’t get the message.”

I’m sure he was just relieved.

It turned out he had a lot to learn about what trolls are, what it means to be human, and how to deal with his new role.

And then we got home.

It was a huge relief, but not a huge surprise.

I was in my 20s, and I’d never even had a doll before.

In my mind, I thought that if I was going to get a doll, I wanted one that was the opposite of my son.

I didn’t have the experience of having my parents wear a gag around their neck or having them wear a wig to a party, and that’s not something that you get to do if you’re younger than your son.

So I was very wary of having a doll that was going against my values.

And I was worried that I’d end up in a situation where I’d feel like I had to change my views because I’m not exactly like my son, or I might get bullied because of my gender.

But then my mum’s advice to me changed my life.

She encouraged me to give it a go, and she was the one who convinced me to put it up for sale on Facebook.

It sold, and it turned out that my son liked it, and he was really excited about it.

I ended up spending about $1,500 on it and getting some really nice things.

It became the most popular toy in our house and we decided to have a family party.

It’s a little bit of a gamble, but I’m glad I did.

The dolls are still pretty small, but the ones that are bigger have been really well received.

My husband’s favourite doll is a giant doll that he made himself, and the one he made for me was even better.

We had a party and I was super nervous, but it turned into a really fun party, we had a blast, and everyone loves the doll.

The best part was that I got to wear it in my daughter’s Halloween costume.

She didn’t even know I had one.

The doll is called “Mister Muppet” because of the fact that my daughter said, she thinks it’s cute.

She has a lot of questions about it, like what’s the doll called?

What is the name of the character?

And she wants to know the answer to that.

It makes me smile that she’s still so young, and still so open to a lot more questions.

My daughter, who is 12 years old, has a little girl who loves it too.

She doesn’t want to wear a mask or wear a costume, so she can’t wear a doll.

But she loves it.

The thing about Mr. Muppet is that it’s just a big doll, and my daughter can’t tell the difference between a real man and a fake man.

That’s something that we didn’t really think about, but we definitely get a lot out of it.

When my son got older, he would make fun of us because he thought that we would grow up and become more mature, so we had to grow up a bit.

So when I think about what we learned from this experience, the most important thing I want to say is that the dolls we’ve bought and used are not just toys.

They’re the most powerful thing we have in our lives.

I think the dolls have really helped us as we’ve gotten older.

When I was a kid, I was really worried that my parents were going to find out about all of this, and so they were really supportive and really excited.

So now I’m getting a lot better at not getting too nervous about the dolls, because they make me feel really comfortable.

My wife is the first person who wears the doll in her house.

She says, “Daddy, I don’t know if you remember the first time you wore a troll dress, but you had to wear one of these, because you wore one for Halloween.”

And I just go, “Oh, really?”

She’s like, “I don’t remember.”

And then I remember that I had my first troll dress when I was like 11, and her first troll was a year later.

So it’s really nice to be able to tell her that, and to have her be able know that she was doing something special,