One of my favorite things to do lately is to eavesdrop on my daughter while she plays with her Barbies. It's increasingly apparent that C.'s toybox is a cauldron of melodrama that would put "The Hills" to shame.
I got roped into a round of Barbie Theater this evening, and here is what went down: There are three main players, all female, who appear to be related and living under one roof. There are many, many arguments over dresses, territory and household responsibilities. The Alpha Barbie was naked for some reason, so I created a makeshift, one-shoulder dress out of a black knee-high. I thought the look was very Donna Karan, but the dress was immediately deemed "kind of stupid." C. insisted that this wasn't her opinion; she was merely serving as the voice of Alpha Barbie's disapproving (and passive-aggressive) sister. She conveyed this information with a straight face.
Shortly thereafter, the lone Ken doll entered the picture. When I asked C. why his shirt was missing, she said it was because "he is working out." I should point out that Ken was also clad in purple knickers and draped in gold, plastic beads. (My daughter has not yet figured out that a pretty male doll who likes to work out while wearing beads is not interested in dating Barbie, not that there's anything wrong with that.) Alpha Barbie then proceeded to depart on a date with Ken, but not before taking a parting shot at the left-behind Barbies as "losers." More squabbling. Finally, mercifully, Ken was ditched and the three Barbies declared a truce over imaginary pancakes.
I, for one, am emotionally drained.
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One time, when cleaning up after my kid sisters, my mom found a Ken head enclosed in one of those clear, plastic bubble cups that quarter machine prizes come in. She never got a real answer as to what he did to deserve it, but that thing hung out on her kitchen windowsill for years.
It sounds like a modern art piece. Perhaps a commentary on patriarchy?
He probably forgot to stop at the store for ibuprophen (sp?). Oh, wait, that was my house. :P
Hilarious. I love kids' imaginations! I always thought pancakes would be a nice addition to a peace accord.
I think this kid has a future as a screenwriter!
I would totally watch Barbie Theater, the series or the film.
I'm hooked...must know more about the Barbie sisters daily trials and tribulations as well as the ongoing saga of the relationship with their possibly gay suitor.
This was hilarious! And somewhat frightening in regard to what I may face in a few more years with my daughter.
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Maybe I can set up a Web cam! I will definitely post photos, as Ken is still wearing his sparkly beads and fabulous purple knickers.
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