Dan, Tooooo Funny. I am sitting here laughing at a similar Barbie scenario. When my oldest boy (ratboy as we call him) was 8, he thought it would be cool to get his little 3 year old brother (fat-head as we call him) a full sized Barbie for Christmas. One evening shortly there after, fat-head was in the tub playing with his action figures, as 3 year old do. Momma and I loved to just sit outside of the bathroom and listen to the dialog fat-head would lend to his "adventures in the tub."
So here is how the conversation went:
Oh Hi, what's your name?
My name is Bat Man, what's your name?
MY NAME IS BAHBI, AND I AM GOING TO RULE DA EARF!
Evidently "bahbi" didn't dig what was going down in tubville, and decided to take out the entire collection of super-heros. The tsunami that ensued had me wiping up water for an hour....LOLOLOLOL
Kids truly are the meaning of life. It's 7 am, 8 years later, you have a sticker of Barbie on a gorgeous piece of curly maple, and there is nothing else that matters other than my kids are still making me laugh.
However, then they turn 15!!!! Da da dunnnnnnnnn
Thanks for sharing that Dan, you have made my day and it is just getting rolling. It really puts things into perspective doesn't it?
Timmy
