Yes Virginia, there is a Barbie.

One items in my contest win from uDVD was a mini poster for Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses autographed by Barbie herself. This was something I made sure to point out to Abby when I gave it to her.

Abby: Oh wow Mom, Barbie wrote her name! Is she really real? Is my toy really real?

Well ahhh and further more hmmmm. What to say? I realized if I told her that Barbie was real that I'd be lying. I mean it's a toy. I know that. She knows that. On the other hand didn't Santa just visit us? So I guess the big question is why do I feel so comfortable lying about the existence of Santa, but get tongue tied when the issue of a real live Barbie comes up?

Abby sat there waiting for my answer while internally I struggled with myself. For some odd reason I just couldn't open my mouth and assure my four year old that of course Barbie was really real. I mean I highly doubt it would have scarred her for life. I don't think adulthood would have found her weeping at the knowledge that her Barbie wasn't a real person. Most likely she would have forgotten all about it. In the end I quickly mumbled a "sure" and then distracted her by suggesting we bake some cookies in her Easy Bake Oven. But really, what up with that? I am perfectly willing to allow her to believe in Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy but a piece of molded plastic I draw the line at. She's not even expecting anything from Barbie. The others exist purely for gifts, chocolate and money. Of course who am I to say? Maybe in the augmented bosoms hearts of peroxide blonde's everywhere she really does exist.



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