Editor's note: A young boy's desire for a doll is met with taunts and distractions until his grandmother comes for a visit.
William wanted a doll.
He wanted to hug it
and cradle it in his arms
Editor's note: A young boy's desire for a doll is met with taunts and distractions until his grandmother comes for a visit.
William wanted a doll.
He wanted to hug it
and cradle it in his arms
and give it a bottle
and take it to the park
and push it in the swing
and bring it back home
and undress it
and put it to bed
and pull down the shades
and kiss it goodnight
and watch its eyes close
and then
William wanted to wake it up
in the morning
when the sun came in
and start all over again
just as though he were its father
and it were his child.
"A doll!" said his brother.
"Don't be a creep!"
"Sissy, sissy, sissy!" said the boy next door.
"How would you like a basketball?"
his father said.
But William wanted a doll.
It would have blue eyes
and curly eyelashes
and a long white dress
and a bonnet
and when the eyes closed
they would make a little click
like the doll that belonged
to Nancy next door.
"Creepy" said his brother.
"Sissy sissy" chanted the boy next door.
And his father brought home
a smooth round basketball
and climbed up a ladder
and attached a net to the garage
and showed William
how to jump as he threw the ball
so that it went
through the net
and bounced down
into his arms again.
He practiced a lot
and got good at it
but it had nothing to do
with the doll.
William still wanted one.
One day
his grandmother came to visit.
William showed her
how he could throw the ball
through the net
attached to the garage outside.
He showed her the electric train
clacking along the tracks
through the tunnel
over the bridge
around the curve
until it came to a stop
in front of the station
William had made.
She was very interested
and they went for a walk together
and William said,
"but you know
what I really want
is a doll."
"Wonderful," said his grandmother.
"No," William said.
"My brother says
it will make me a creep
and the boy next door
says I'm a sissy
and my father
brings me
other things
instead."
"Nonsense," said his grandmother.
She went to the store and
chose a baby doll
with curly eyelashes
and a long white dress
and a bonnet.
The doll had blue eyes
and when they closed
they made a clicking sound
and William loved it
right away.
But his father was upset.
"He's a boy!" he said
to William's grandmother.
"He has a basketball
and an electric train
and a workbench
to build things with.
Why does he need a doll?"
William's grandmother smiled.
"He needs it," she said,
"to hug
and to cradle
and to take to the park
so that
when he's a father
like you,
he'll know how to
take care of his baby
and feed him
and love him
and bring him
the things he wants,
like a doll
so that he can
practice being
a father."
Text copyright 1972 by Charlotte Zolotow. Pictures copyright 1972 by William Pene Dubois. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
Pub Date: 7/01/98
