My Fake Baby is a Real Power Tool

Amazingly imaginative Jess, who can turn a crayon into a giraffe, has had a hard time with "fake babies" ( aka dolls). She has a few if them, and plays with them when her other girlie friends come over, but has never chosen a doll of her own accord. Lately she's sort of taken to one. She named her Sander. I know this makes Steve proud; my daughter named her baby after a semi-respectable power tool. I wonder which brand she had in mind? I wonder what grit she is.
In the mean time I'm wondering if she knows The Colonel.
I asked Jess to get her bag ready for church. I told her it would be alright if she took Sander to church with us as long as she helped her be reverent. Jess said, I don't know. I think the bishop will get after me for bringing a fake baby to church. I reminded her that her friend had brought her fake baby "Elvis" to church. Unconvinced, Sander stayed home. Later that night Jess and I were talking and playing with Sander, and she asked me, Where do fake babies come from? Thank heaven for the fake part!!! Explaining the plastic factory and a toy store is much easier than explaining the other stuff to a 5 year old!