On Wednesday night, while the husband and I were at a wedding, we left my parents in charge of the children. They took them out for dinner (well, they did leave Isabella at home with Jhoanne because, "Ali, how can i possibly take all three kids out to dinner???" - this coming from a woman who has three kids...but whatever...i'll let that one slide) and then they stopped at Toys R Us. because my mother is into bribery. as are my kids.

my son came home with a superman toy. typical.
my daughter, on the other hand, managed to come home with Whore Barbie.
who, you ask?
you aren't familiar with Whore Barbie? she sits there right on the shelf with Ballerina Barbie and Teacher Barbie and Doctor Barbie. (all three of which would have been GOOD choices).

let me introduce you to whore barbie:


she comes with a face full of lovely make-up:


and a beauty of a belly-button piercing:


and here are her friends:


i'm so glad my mom didn't talk her out of this one. (that was sarcasm..if you couldn't tell)
since all she's spoken about since Wednesday has been the piercings that she wants.
GREAT. just what i needed.