Barbie Madness September 26, 2007

I loved Barbie when I was a girl. Now I have 2 little girls who also love Barbie, but Lately, my husband has been dominating the computer and the television at the same time and littering them with football. Not that football is litter, it just ranks right up there with moldy cheese pizza. But because of this obsession he has with football, my girls and I have been spending an awful lot of time with Barbie lately.

We brush Barbie’s hair, she doesn’t complain much, just the occasional ‘o.k. you’re gonna pull my head off, oh! oh!…there it goes’ And there’s the undressing and fleshy fashion show (because my 2 year-old won’t leave clothes on her). Barbie either doesn’t mind the cold draft up her rear when she is sat on the air vent or she just grins and bears it for Hannah’s tender-hearted sake. She’s a trooper!

However, I think Barbie has it out for me, because sometimes When I’m not looking I get smacked in the head for no apparent reason. I look behind me and all I see is my sweet baby girl trying to shove Barbie into a drawer or pile her between books like a sandwich. I don’t know where we went wrong I thought that by putting a rather nice 3 bedroom 2 bath pink roof over her head was enough. I gave her a full kitchen and dining room and livingroom set, I even bought her a fancy canopy bed and a nursery for the little ones she wants to have. Quite frankly though, if she ends up prego, Ken is OUT! She shares a room with 2 princesses who don’t need to know about the birds and the bees yet.

So I don’t know where I went wrong, but I shouldn’t be afraid to be around Barbie. Unfortunatly, when you have been hit in the back of the head or tripped or been hit in the nose enough it brings a tear and the occasional drop of blood, you tend to turn the tables on your friend Barbie. I happened to notice that a pile of Barbie’s on the floor kinda looks like a massacre. I think I had it out for Barbie tonight. I really wanted her to dissappear!!!! However bedtime came without a hitch and so for tonight she’s off the hook. But tomorrow…