Angela is back, now with a name. We meet Daddy who seems just fine with Mommy being a doll. Or, perhaps, from his angle, he can't see the doll. Have to say, I hate rendering rain.
Angela is in a sandbox. Her doll is nearby. Daddy calls to her from the back door of their home.
Daddy: Angela!
Angela: Hi, Daddy.
Daddy: Angela, it's going to rain. Come inside, now.
Angela: Yes, Daddy.
Mommy: And... she forgot me.
It starts to rain.
Mommy: That child is going to be the death of me.
Mommy: Eventually. At least, as a doll, I can't drown.