Last night, I pulled out the Barbies I've saved for years. Somewhere along the line, I lost the country camper and also most of Barbie's clothes (probably during Barbie's "fantasy weekend in Vegas").
Anyway, my little Pants seemed to love the whole concept of Barbies. She read a book to one and put her to bed. The other she kept trying to put a hat and coat on as she felt Barbie was cold.
For the record, she has absolutely no use for "Disco Ken" and his orange satin pants and fringed suede-like vest, or my Miss America Barbie, who is a brunette. Little Miss Aryan Nation liked only the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Malibu Barbies.
I hope she's okay when she finds out she's Spanish.