We’ve entered the Barbie Phase and you know what that means. Amongst the usual flotsam and jetsam that litters our floor on a constant basis there are now tiny shoes. Pointy little land mines, you might call them. They never fall on the floor with the heel pointing down, that’s a fact of physics. They always point up, silently waiting for their next victim, usually an unwitting soul staggering through the dark house frantically searching for a diaper at 3 a.m.
And the Barbie Phase is just the tip of the iceberg. We’re in a Doll Phase, in general, so crime is not limited to the intentional booby trapping of the living room. Oh, no. Our house pretty much looks like a preschool version of Law and Order SVU at all times. All that’s missing is that “Dun, dun!” sound effect.
Consider the following evidence…
What follows is intended for mature audiences and may be startling in nature. Viewer discretion advised.
But don’t worry. We’ve got our best detective on the case.
ohblessyourheart 
Your hilarity never ceases to amaze me. My problem right now is crayons. If I step on one more crayon, I’m gonna scream.
Yes!! Crayons make me nuts!!
What does it all mean?? I’ll tell you what it means. It means that all those boxes of Barbie stuff still in the attic are headed to the Northeast. At long last my plan will be executed!
Can’t. Stop. Laughing. You know no height nor depth in the art of writing about them babens.
Haha, thanks friendy!!
I love this entry, which is more of a photo essay than usual. In our house it was Legos. Those are some sharp little buggers. Also, whenever I vacuumed in Matthew’s bedroom, I could see dollar signs when I heard those little bitty pieces rattling through the hose. At least dolls don’t get sucked into the vacuum cleaner!
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Bahahaha! Best. Post. Ever.
Haha, thanks friend!