I've never liked Barbies. Not even when I was a kid, and certainly not now. But, Lucy has some. I'll buy them for her, people. I'm not a total jerk. Ofcourse, when I buy them for her, I make sure she knows about it, "What does mommy say about Barbie sweetie?"
Lucy: "She is fun to play with, but she is plastic, disproportioned, no one has feet like that and she needs to eat a burger."
"That's right sweetie. Have fun playing!"
Personally, I'm jealous. Barbie has a play house in Lucy's room. And it's bigger than a crib. Also, Barbie has a better wardrobe than me. That's not much of a stretch. Farley the Wonder Dog has a better wardrobe than me, too.
Lucy doesn't really play with her Barbies much. And I'm happy to report it. But the other day, she opted to bring one in the car. That's better than something with little pieces, or a ball, that always strays away and I ultimately put on my contortionist costume to get it back to my sweet little angel. So, we're rollin down the road. And Lucy is role playing.
The first thing I hear is, "Can I lose my head for a minute?" It's a mockery voice, and I was just about to yell at her on the complexity and hardships of being a mommy before she mocked me, when I realized, she was using her mockery voice for Barbie. Even better was she'd plucked Barbie's head off and was using it as a finger puppet.
I used to think that Lucy was my favoriet because it was her water that broke when I went into labor. I was praying for it to happen, so she's my angel. But today, today she's my favorite because she's just ripped the broad's head off and is using it as a finger puppet.
Lucy and Barbie were in full-on dialogue. It went something like this:
Barbie: "Can I lose my head for a minute?"
Lucy: "Sure 'Mom'."
Barbie: "See my brains? I have to go to my program now."
I had to pull over I was laughing so hard. I have no clue what program she's referring to, but the fact that my daughter chose to mention that Barbie is in a "program" is absolute perfection.
That's how I roll.
