E.D.
When I was a little girl, my parents bought me a Pretty Penny Chatterbox for Christmas. Penny would share one of her catch phrases after you pulled her long, blond hair (no joke). Her favorite sentences included, "Tell me about it," and "Hi my name is pretty penny chatterbox," said in an high pitched and enthusiastic voice. I loved Penny and took her *everywhere*. I loved snuggling with her and dressing her, but mostly I enjoyed making her talk...non stop.
One day, Pretty Penny's Chatterbox stopped working. My sister and I thought we had pulled poor Penny's hair one time too many. In fact, and I only found this out in the past few months, my Mom and Dad had disabled her voice.
I can't say I blame them.