I remember one time when I was 4 or 5, I had a baby alive doll. I'd had for over a year so she had been broken as in I had lost most of her stuff and so she would go to the bathroom. Anyways one night I had slept with her as any other night as if I was her mother. Well I was on my king sized bed and I look at her and she blinked. I pushed her off the bed and maybe a minute later I look over my bed. And she blinked I freaked out and pushed a blanket and pillow down there and I don't remember how I slept. I got rid of her and stook to porcelain dolls.