Barbie

Chloe got a Barbie for Christmas. It was a last minute purchase on my part. A few weeks before Christmas Chloe started talking about wanting a Barbie house from Santa. Well, I had a feeling that Santa wasn't bringing her that. She had been asking for a guitar and legos, until this. I think she must have heard a friend at school talk about it, or she saw a commercial, but I really didn't think she would play with it that much. Plus she really doesn't have room for it. So, I bought her first Barbie, so she wouldn't be too disappointed. I got the plainest, most clothed one I could find, and two outfits to go with it. It was one of her least expensive presents, but one of her favorites. She plays with it pretty regularly, but she hasn't really cared that she didn't get the house. Whew! Anyway, I shared all that to tell you this story.
Chloe asked me to help her change her barbie's clothes. As I'm doing this she's watching and asks me why barbie has 'this', and points to her chest. I tried to skirt it a little, but she wasn't about to let me off easy. (this makes me think of a regular post i might try. it's going to be titled, "now i understand how my mom felt!") So Chloe asks again why barbie has that when she's so little. I just explained that even though barbie was smaller than her, she was like a grown-up. This seemed to pacify her...for the moment anyway.