I love shopping at thrift stores. You never know what you're going to stumble upon, and there are some great bargains to be had. Especially when it comes to little boys toys. I found the perfect car at a thrift store last winter - big, but not too big, with wonderful large black wheels. Yes, it's turquoise and pink. And it's a Barbie car.
But I have no worries that playing with dolls will make him less of a man in the end. So after the car had been traversing the house for a few days, devoid of occupants, I whipped myself out to the garage and pulled down the huge plastic container of Barbie paraphernalia we have been moving and storing for upwards of 20 years. I had to root around for a Barbie that had all her appendages (gotta love that dog), but finally found both a Barbie and a Ken. Two new occupants for the Barbie car in hand, I rushed back into the house to demonstrate the delight of having drivers in the car. In my haste, I paid no attention to their attire, or lack there of. The point was to have somebody in the front seats of the car. He's too young to manipulate Barbie clothing, so why worry about something as trivial as clothing? In the end, Alex was unimpressed, and promptly ejected them. I tried valiantly to demonstrate the coolness of drivers and passengers (and drivers who could put their arm around the passenger...ok, Ken was a little large for the car), but he was having none of it. The car had wheels and that was all it needed as far as Alex was concerned. So Barbie, in just her little white panties , and Ken, in his fleshcolored, molded plastic briefs, have been hanging out at the bottom of the toy box for some time.
That is, until last weekend, when apparently they were rediscovered. I was away on business and Alex's big sister was visiting for the weekend. Armed with her camera. Checking my email one day, the top picture is is what greeted me. Man I wish I'd taken 10 seconds to put a shirt on that doll all those weeks ago.
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