Artemis got a Barbie.
Well actually, she bought a bag containing two dolls. One was obviously a Barbie and the other was a Barbie knockoff. She held them to her chest the whole way home and the moment we crossed the threshold, she tore the plastic bag open like it was a candy bar and tossed the knockoff into the corner never to be glanced at again. As for the real Barbie, she was officially named “Princess Barbie” and immediately gained top spot at the head of the bed.
I’m amazed that Artemis knew the difference between the real and fake Barbie in the first place. At playgroup they don’t have Barbie, we don’t have cable, none of her friends have Barbie and I’ve never shared about my one and only Barbie experience (herein referred to as the “Barbie Decapitation Debacle”). So, when I saw her humming along while doing Barbie’s hair and outfit in preparation for the party, I was happy for her.
The fact that she wanted a Barbie in the first place didn’t surprise me in the least.
She is a girlie-girl who has been asking to wear make-up, high heels and dresses since she could talk. I have no idea where she got it from because I’ve only worn makeup once in my life (well, besides Las Vegas but you know what they say about things that happen in Las Vegas…). Fortunately, I’ve so far managed to convince her not to pierce her ears but I’ll lose that battle sooner rather than later. I’ll save that for another blog post.
I guess now is as good a time as any to explain the Barbie Decapitation Debacle.
When I was a young girl, my parents bought me a Barbie. I’m not sure whether I asked for her or if they just assumed that I wanted one but after the dust had settled, Barbie had been decapitated and left for trash. Needless to say, that was the last Barbie that I got. And so ends the Barbie Decapitation Debacle. Or so I thought…
About 15 minutes later, I nearly choked on my tea when I saw Artemis attempting to rip the head off her Barbie.
And the cycle continues.
Did You or Your Daughter Love Barbie or Rip Her Head Off?
P.S. I totally forgot about the time that I Cut Off All My Hair and Gave It To Barbie.
P.P.S. I have nothing against Barbie.