It happened. My house has been over taken by Barbie. Some are princesses, some are princes. Some are headless. Some are always naked.
I really don’t mind. They seem to get along well. They share each other’s clothes and shoes. They have nice parties in the doll house. They even bathe with my daughter and drink bubble bath tea.
The latest addition was the Barbie car. It comes with seat belts, to which my daughter exclaims, “Safety first!” Ken recently joined the crowd and has been taking etiquette lessons from Prince Eric and Prince Phillip. He’s got a lot to learn.
As much as I really do love to see my daughter playing with them, I’ve got a serious beef with you. Here are my questions, little lady:
1.) Why do your fingers have to be so darn sharp? They got caught on everything!
2.) Can’t you make pants that don’t split when Ken sits down?
3.) Will you ever get to come down off of your toes? That’s gotta hurt!
4.) Have you invented a brush that can actually brush your unruly hair?
I look forward to your response. In the meantime, Ken will just have to stay on his feet.
Mom With a Beef