“Polly Pocket.” Zach scrunches up his face. “Who’s Pocket?” Good lord, his confused face is adorable. “Uh, Polly Pocket?” Now I sound like I’m asking it. “I take it you didn’t have a sister. Wait,” I hold up a hand. “Don’t answer that, no family. Polly Pocket is a tiny little… thing. With these miniature people. Sometimes animals. And it fits in your hand.” “Yeah, sounds great...” Zach deadpans.
