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Hey don't knock Barbie for boys!
When I was young and imaginary Nazis were sneaking into my yard and I didn't have time to get to my toy box to grab a pistol, I would just grab one of my sisters Barbies. Holding Barbie by the shoulder and aiming her legs and feet at the Nazis it only took a half second for Princess Barbie to transform into a blue steeled 45 caliber equalizer. Once the bloodied bodies of the Nazis lay lifeless in the yard, I returned the doll to my sister who was by now tattling to my mom. She should have thanked me for protecting her from Hitler's minions. Girls!
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