No, the naked Barbie and I did not have a convo. The poor girl has been through enough already. I mean, my daughter has already went all Mike Tyson on the doll with a pen and gave her a full facial tattoo. She’s been stripped of her beautiful evening gown and even the sporty casual outfit she had as a backup. Her silicone and girly bits are out for the world to see for crying out loud.
On a positive note, though, nude Barbie led to an aha moment yesterday. I haven’t quite learned to make my day easier by effective multitasking, and as a result I often unnecessarily complicate my day. Yesterday, I woke up and because we had somewhere to go in the evening, I figured I’d better put my hair in rollers early.
My bored kiddos filled the other sink with water and started playing away. Naked Barbie was soon floating face down and my 18 month old son was finishing her off with a plastic bumblebee and several other toys. After a few minutes, of course, water was everywhere but the kids didn’t like that I ended their water play, because as my daughter said “I need to give my doll a bath!”
I then thought since both my little loves also needed a bath—which I was planning to give much later—why not put them in the tub now? I was standing right there and could see them from the mirror, there would be less mess, more room for their toys, they could play and I could finish rolling my hair in peace, and at the end of it all the kids would both be given a full bath. Brilliant idea naked Barbie and I’m deeply sorry I wasn’t there to stop the whole facial tattoo thing.