When I was a wee one, I had a pair of footed Strawberry Shortcake pajamas. You know the painfully polyester variety, with the plastic foot treads that cracked after many washing? yep those were my favorite. When I was a little girl i had the doll and all of her strangely scented friends the strawberry house and garden. It was awesome. My dad started calling me his Strawberry Shortcake baby, and it stuck.... now, if he is feeling especially sweet, he will call me that. I have an affinity for this summery treat and all the memories it holds for me.