The other day, Emma was circling all her must haves in the plethora of Christmas toy catalogs that inundate us at this time of year. She turned to the Barbie page(yuck) and there were a number of shiny, pink, plastic cars just waiting to be purchased to take barbie to the place of your choice. I didn't say anything but I thought to myself, I remember when I had my first barbie and she drove to the place of my chioce in my dads shoe. Yes his shoe, those were our Barbie cars back then. What imagination we had, envisioning our action figures propelling down the avenue in a little red sports car or a big, brown sedan, and bonus was when the shoe came with a shoe box, bingo we had a garage. Where does the imagination come in when you now plop the dolls into an already souped up pink, plastic corvette with a convertable top, lights that work and buttons and gizmos galore? I'm just asking. Ok so after a while Barbies legs started smelling a little funky, and my Dad yelled because he was missing his shoes, but we had fun and imagined.
