Look who has been nestled amongst my Christmas decorations. It's because she's "Holiday Barbie."
Am I a bad mother? Why does my child own this??? And why does a toy have serious cleavage? And the dress! Sheeesh. Yes, I feel like a bad mother.
I think Christmas Barbie should be dressed like Mary from the first century, with no makeup, and certainly no platform heels.
THIS particular Christmas Barbie has been crashing office parties and making out with other people's husbands next to the punch bowl. She should be called "I'm on the Naughty List" Barbie.
But here's my battle: to make a big deal out of this toy to my eight year old then makes a big deal out of it. She's innocent. She DOESN'T see what I see. I just have to know, WHAT are you gonna do about the plethora of issues that arise once your innocent little baby girl wants Barbies?
I'm telling you. There are NO modest Barbies anymore. They are all looking like they spend every minute of every day up in the club!
So c'mon. Help me with some words that I can use to casually address the naughtiness of these plastic ladies who live in my home and amongst my decorations. Because those Santas are blushing.