We all love Barbie. Why? She’s the girl with everything. Including pretty blonde hair. My granddaughter (I feel her name in this instance isn’t relative because I’m grandma and want to still be loved), and her cousin loved their Barbie’s when they were young. What little girls don’t?
One afternoon, I could hear the girls giggling as they played. I checked the bedroom and found it empty. As I walked into the adjoining bathroom, both little darlings had their dolls in the toilet. When I asked, “What in the world are you girls doing?” They explained, quite sincerely, that they were bathing their barbies and dying her hair.
Well, the stench in the room made me wonder if the makeshift Barbie ‘bathtub’ was clean. My granddaughter informed me, “they had to poop in it first, cause they wanted Barbie’s hair to be brown. But they were very careful not to potty, cause that was already the color of her hair.” My granddaughter lifted her doll up and said, “Isn’t She Pretty?”
“Oh, very!” And this Grand Mama smiled as her tummy took a header. I put the horrible incident in the back of my mind until the other day, when my little grandson woke up from his nap rather bored, and decided to use his ‘dye’ to paint the bedroom wall. Cinder block – rugged with lots of little crevices. Anyone interested in a re-paint the wall party?
Be alert, around the next corner is another story. Love, Grand Mama
Q. When did the writing bug first bite you, Doree? 
