Now that my shopping is all done, I can tell y’all what Caroline is getting for Christmas. I debated for a long time over what Santa should bring on Christmas Eve. One of the reasons for this is that Caroline has asked for everything from a big, blue grownup car to a copy of herself. That’s right, she asked me for a copy of herself.
Self esteem is not an issue for my girl.
Anyway, I had originally thought that I would get her some type of Leapster/V-smile educational computer type toy. Then, when I was out shopping I discovered Star Station which is basically a karaoke machine that also allows your child to see themselves on television while singing and dancing.
I decided the heck with education, let’s give her the gift that will keep on giving and teach her skills that will really be useful for the future, singing and dancing in front of a television audience.
And technically, it is a way to give her a copy of herself, which is what she asked for.
As I was making my way down the various toy aisles in search of gifts, I spent a lot of time on the Barbie aisle. Caroline had told Santa that she wanted a Barbie, so I looked at all the different choices and decided on the one I thought she would like the best, which also happened to be the one that came with the least amount of small accessories ( my gift to myself). While on the Barbie aisle, I couldn’t help but notice that Barbie now has a Hot Tub Party Bus.
A Hot Tub Party Bus.
What decade is this? Isn’t the Hot Tub Party Bus a remnant from the 70’s that shouldn’t exist anymore much like hairy men in white suits with gold chains?
Do I really want my little girl to grow up thinking that someday a good source of entertainment will be to ride around in a party bus with a hot tub filled with co-eds and bacteria? It’s like a big petri dish on wheels. Growing up, I was always told that nothing good happens after midnight and I’m almost certain that no good can come from traveling in a Hot Tub Party Bus.
I think we’ll stick to Barbie’s Pretty Pony Horse Stable or even the Barbie Winnebago. I’m thinking I’d much rather have Caroline dream of the day she can drive cross-country in her own R.V. than a Hot Tub Party Bus.
Oh, Barbie….I am so ashamed.