And here we are. Why did I abandon my principles? How did I get over my disgust of Barbie enough to let her and some of her closest pals move inside my house?! It happened slowly I guess.
Another I-thought-I'd-never is Spongebob. The girls saw a show playing on the tv somewhere - I forget where, maybe a dentist's office or something - and they cracked up. A lot. Which made me crack up. So I let them watch a show once in a while, saying "Remember girls, we don't talk like that..." when Spongebob would say 'stupid' or other offensive comments. Recently, I have said no to them watching that particular show at all, because I thought I could actually hear their brain cells dying.
For now, Barbie has a home here. And Ken. What happened to Skipper, wasn't she Barbie's right hand girl? Anyway, I think most parents have relented on a thing or two. What has been yours?
|My pretty pretties, at Easter. The Easter bunny gave them a Barbie.|