My husband
recently came home with twin baby dolls for Alfie. He’d picked them up from
Kmart and when I asked him why he purchased a twin set instead of a single babe,
he told me that all the other babies had looked too real. So real, that you’d
do a double take if you walked past them in the corner of the bedroom. So real,
that they were root of all the darkest nightmares.
I didn’t
probe him on this. I unpacked The Twins from the packaging, cable tie-like
attachments holding their arms and neck in place. I freed them from the box and
accepted that The Twins, Baby Jesse and Beak, had entered our busy lives.
