Today I pulled my old Barbies, rescued a few weekends back from my parents’, out for Gwendolen to play with. We were trying something new today–using a timer for 15 minute intervals of playing with her or cleaning or writing–so what better time than now to bring them out, right?
Apparently Ken is scary. She backed warily out of the room whenever she saw him. And while he just unnerved her, when the brunette Barbie’s head fell off–well, let’s just say that it was a very traumatic experience. Now I can only hope that she hasn’t been scarred for life and that she will forget about it quickly.