Peanut is obsessed with Barbies. (And Shopkins and My Little Pony and anything super girly and pink and purple with glitter on top.)
It's completely my fault, as I accepted some Barbies from a friend thinking "Oh yes, she might like these someday" and then I bought her a big huge Barbie house for her birthday.
She spends all day asking me to play Barbies. Have you ever played Barbies with a four year old? It is constantly taking off sparkly little jean jackets, putting on sparkly little dresses and being told that 'Barbie doesn't say that' and 'No, she doesn't like to sit on that chair, she likes sitting on this one'.
I'm in Barbie playing hell.
So I jump for joy when our little neighbor girl comes over to play with Peanut and I get a reprieve from the pink glitter. I have often thought of texting her mom just to say "Can A please come over? I need a break from my kids."
The last time they played together, I overheard them arguing over Ken.
"Peanut!" laughed A, "You can't put a skirt on Ken! Boys don't wear skirts!"
"Yes, they do." Peanut said indignantly.
"No they don't! Boys don't wear skirts."
They argued back and forth a few times until Peanut got mad.
"Yes they do!" Peanut shouted. "Boys DO wear skirts. My Uncle Junction wears a skirt!"
I couldn't help but laugh. Kilt, Peanut. It's called a kilt.