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Thursday, January 14, 2010

A Working Woman.

Five got a barbie for Christmas, but Beastie's the one who really likes playing with it. Beastie named her Hannah Montana, but sometimes she calls her Tinkerbell. Today I noticed her putting clothes on Hannah Montana/Tinkerbell, and the following conversation ensued.

Beastie: Her has big boobs.

Me: Yes, yes she does.

Beastie: Her need a shirt on those boobs.

Me: Yep.


Me: What do you think she'll use her boobs for? [Expecting an answer like 'Feed her baby' - we're talking about babies a LOT these days.]

Beastie: ....

Me: Do you remember what we use those for?

Beastie: Yeah, for work!

Something I have suspected about Barbie for years.


Kimberly@PrettyPinkMomma said...

That's hilarious! Sounds just like the conversation my four year old had with me about my boobs!

Rook Ie said...

Oh god. Amazing. Its so true. I remember as a kid I always was kind of jealous of Barbie. She had big breasts and while I wasn't entranced with the whole "girly lifestyle" I did have some attraction to the thought of one day having my own pair of unreasonably large breasts.

20-some years later and a rack of 38DDs later, lets just say the novelty has worn off.

I should have realized when I was younger that the women in my family were already somewhat Barbie-like, and that maybe I shouldn't wished quite so hard for such a "gift."


Love the blog, by the way.

Anonymous said...

Oh Beastie, one day she's going to set you up in style by way of a lucrative career in comedy.