Well, it's official, I never have to buy Barbie dolls for daughters. It has nothing to do with my Women Studies minor either. Eena and I went on an archaeological dig in our basement. We uncovered a box o' Barbies that haven't been played with in about 25 or 26 years. Those dolls were once my treasured collection. Honestly, I had no idea I had so many (there's at least 12 plus two Ken dolls, some babies and several Strawberry Shortcake dolls. Eena and I treated them to a few minutes at a "spa" (we bathed them in two bowls of soapy water). My little blue-loving Eena favored Blueberry Muffin from the Strawberry Shortcake collection. Blonde-haired Baba, ironically, loves the only brunette Barbie.
The best part is that there are enough of them that the girls haven't fought over any of them. Yet.
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It's a good thing Mom saved them for you all these years.
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