Meet the newest members of our family. I'm not a Barbie fan per se, but they are imagination sparkers so I tolerate their existence. Reluctantly. I'd rather see them hacked into jewellery but that's just me.
It's all about ponies, princesses, and a Ken-esque dolls around here. She christened her Ken doll 'Jacob'. Strange thing is I almost bought her an Edward doll but his sparkle creeped me out so, Backstreet Ken it was! Why she named him Jacob is beyond me because I'm more of a Team Embry lady anyway.
Anyhow, I'm totally convinced they all drink too much because almost every party seems to end like this so.
I'm pretty sure they are a bad influence of some kind.
But trying to take them away results in reactions like this.
So tolerate their presence is what I do.
Barbie is in da' house. Whimper.