It's all about the kids. Really.
I had a basset hound named Bessie as a kid. She chewed all the hands and feet of all my barbies. I used to pretend they had gotten in horrific car accidents. I even put a few barbies in the pink convertible and sent them down the stairs to a fiery end. Looking back, I was pretty hard core as a 6 year old.
For the record, I didn't dismember my barbies. They just, eh, were a little worse for the wear.
Ahh!!! Barbie reduced to teething material. I love it!!
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