A Confession

I have a new obsession . . . I am not afraid to admit it.  

It started on my trip to Florida.  I was trying to kill time waiting for my brother's surprise arrival and it seemed to be a good idea.  When I got home from Fl., I found I couldn't shake the habit.  I was a little ashamed...then I found out one of my BFFs was hooked as well.  That made me feel better.

I admit it...I'm obsessed with . . .

Barbie Bribery

*Note--The Barbie pictured above is NOT the Barbie given to Amelia last week.  I couldn't find a picture of that specific Barbie, so I had to substitute.  I found this one on the Barbie collector site.  I LOVE the Cha Cha character from Grease, so of course I had to add use her pic.**

Mike and I are in big trouble . . . seriously.  

We both knew that when our baby girl came into the world that having a girl meant one day dealing with boys.  Mike once being a boy and myself having a brother, a stepbrother, and having been in a company of quite a few (but not TOO many) boys in my day knew what this meant . . . Trouble . . . with a capital T.  

I figured that maybe I would have to deal with crushes in elementary school and then when she got to middle school age, I would send her to a Buddhist nunnery in Nepal.  (I teach 8th grade...I know what the deal is.)  All in all, we figured that we had a few years before we had to deal with this tomfoolery.

We were wrong.

Last week Amelia came home with a Barbie in her backpack.  It was not one of the members of the Barbie Brothel that resides in her room (95% of Amelia's Barbies are naked at any given time, hence the name), so I asked her where it came from.

"Seth gave it to me."

"That was nice, why did he give it to you."

"Because he likes me."

Oh Lord.

Anyone have the number of a good convent?  I think I may need it NOW.