when we were younger i was a tattle tale and george wasnt very happy with me at most times. i had this doll that was given to me from a neighbor around the corner and it was baby sized. i took her everywhere with me. we were all outside playing manhunt at night and i left chrissy (my baby doll) on the porch to go night night in her crib. Well, when it was time to come in i went to pick Chrissy up and her head came off. i started screaming and crying, and upon our dad looking he saw chrissys head had been ripped off and asked who did it. By the faces of my siblings he knew it was George. When asked why he ripped chrissys head off he said as hes pointing to me, "she tells on everybody". After years of me bringing up the trauma of this incident he replaced Chrissy with a beautiful Shirley Temple porcelin doll.