“Barbie and her boyfriend are sharing a bed…” announced my baby girl from upstairs, just as matter of factly.
“What did you say?!” I yelled up the stairs.
“Barbie and her boyfriend are NOT sharing a bed!” I yelled back up the stairs again. “What is GOING to happen is - you are going to get Barbie and her boyfriend up out that bed, and get them married if you want them to sleep in the same bed.”
“You and daddy sleep in the same bed.”
“…. AND? We are married. You want them sleeping in the same bed, you’d better start planning their wedding.” So she did.
Somehow she recruited her brother to help her plan what soon became an epic event.
There were flowers, a ceremony, dresses, bridesmaids, groomsmen, decorations, and a beautiful wedding – or so I heard - I wasn’t invited… not even to the rehearsal dinner.
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