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.
Pause.
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.
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3 comments:
That's hilarious! Sounds just like the conversation my four year old had with me about my boobs!
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."
=P
Love the blog, by the way.
Oh Beastie, one day she's going to set you up in style by way of a lucrative career in comedy.
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