Guys, please. This is not a laughing matter.
It's tragic.
Last Friday I took Sammi to the store and promised her three new Matchbox cars.
She saw some minature John Deere tractors, and I was thrilled. In fact, there were five, and she told me that it was ok, she'd hold on to the other two for me. Such a dear.
Then it happened.
She say some #!$!%#$ princess !#$%#$% Barbie.
She put down the cars, and wanted the !#$%$#% Barbie.
I was crushed. My little girl is growing up.
Sigh.