The Boobs Return

You may remember Boobs Clea and her sister Boobs from last summer.  They are the Barbie doll sisters whose mother liked the name Boobs so much that she gave that name to both of her daughters.  Remember, too, that there's nothing disrespectful about the name in any way.  It's just a way that Mrs. Clea had of determining that her daughters would be athletic.  I know the meaning is somewhat cloudy but I think it has to do with my granddaughters' associating strong girls with large, well-endowed bodies along with a healthy dose of spirit.  Well, the Boobs girls are back and busy at being in charge of the entire Barbie population at my grandgirls household. (The population, by the way, is so large that the girls' mother doesn't really like to think or talk about it.)  When I asked about how these extraordinary dolls maintain control of the stylish, complicated clan, I was told that if one of the Barbies does something wrong, she gets tossed into the trash.  That's it.  Seems to be keeping everyone in the Bonus Room in line.

But maybe they've met their match. Way last summer I promised Alicia that I'd buy her an American Girl doll if she quit biting her fingernails.  I never thought she would and so I'd therefore be safe from the outrageous expenditure of this coveted doll.  I didn't factor in a sudden loss of many teeth that rendered the habit of nail biting impossible so the new doll arrived this morning.  She is truly a special doll and very well made but still not worth the bucks I put out.  She does, however, promise to have lots of doll power so maybe she'll put the Boobs girls in their places.  I do know for sure that the new doll will be coming to live at my house if Alicia grows enough nail biting teeth and starts up the practice again.  I hope a name has been chosen for her by then.  It's awkward to refer to Boobs Clea and the American Girl doll in the same sentence.  It just doesn't seem like a fit. She really needs a name soon.