I confess:
That I don't like Barbies (I know both my sister-in-laws are gasping in disbelief . . . they "used" to be obsessed).
I don't know what's wrong with me. I have three daughters! I should look at Barbie as the 6th member of our family. But honestly, I never really played with Barbies as a kid either. Come to think of it, neither of my two sisters did either . . . I suppose that could be part of it.
I know I don't like Barbie, but Ella went through a big Barbie stage the summer Claire was born. So we had this routine every day when Claire would go down for her morning nap, Ella and I would go into her room and play Barbies. Did I mention that she has a BEAUTIFUL hand-made Barbie house which was lovingly built by her Grandpa Dwaine?! I would pour a very large cup of coffee and head into her room, knowing that I would have to pretend to like playing Barbies. I must have been a pretty convincing faker, because she would continue to ask me every day. All mothers have to make sacrifices, right?
I hate to go all feminist on you, but I think Barbie might be sending the wrong message to our daughters. What veterinarian do you know that looks like this . . .
Or what teacher do you know who looks like this . . .
Or Priest who looks like this???
Okay, maybe it's not that I think Barbie is morally wrong . . . I just don't like her. But, I am sure Claire will go through her Barbie stage, too. When that happens, you will find me with a very large coffee and a fake smile sitting next to that big beautiful Barbie House.
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