I Heard Kissing Noises Coming From The Living Room

Lily and Ari are our cross-the-street neighbor girls.

They are six and in the first grade.

They like barbies.

Their barbies like kissing.

Lena cannot contain herself over this. She instantly morphs into a giggly (pre)school girl.

And despite the fact that I tried to get Lena to not like barbies, she requested and pleaded and begged for one for Christmas. So I hunted down the most decent looking ones, bought them and changed their clothes into some vintage barbie dresses that were given to us forever ago.

I played with barbies when I was little and my body image is only slightly skewed.

Is that inevitable in this day and age?

Will it be the demise of the barbie doll?

Probably not, but I think some would agree that at least it should be.

The boys stuck with zombies on the ipad. (if you're out there- sorry Emily)

And when Ken's clothes started coming off I asked,

"Who wants play dough?!"

(and for the record it was my child who took off his tux)

we retreated to the kitchen to play with dough and have a snack.

Silly girls.

Stupid barbies.