Imagination is a very powerful thing. My daughter has no shortage of imagination. That’s why I’m almost a little worried.
Lately she has been begging me to play with her. Pet Shop. Barbies. Hello Kitty. But it’s not necessarily how you’d think she’d play.
The world of Hello Kitty, complete with weapons, torture, and a giant chicken.
Take Hello Kitty. Princess Imagination has several of the Hello Kitty lego sets. These Hello Kitties are not your run of the mill kitties. They apparently exist in a post-apocalyptic society. I noticed the kitties had assorted weapons-guns, swords, and axes. “What are the weapons for?” I innocently asked. “They have to protect themselves against the bad guys.” “Who are the bad guys?” “The ones who try to steal their candy.” Those are desperate measures, kitties. I never realized how violent those cute little things could be. I’ve noticed some lego guys without arms hanging out there too. Not sure if they tried to steal candy, or if it’s some form of mutation from the fallout. Speaking of mutation, there’s also a giant chicken. Most recently she added the Death Star. She said its the garage. Makes you wonder what others say when they approach the Hello Kitty residence. “That’s not a moon, that’s a space station. No wait, it’s just a garage.”
I should have known the situation here when she announced all her Hello Kitties were in her room having a battle.
Oh the Barbies have to be the most fun. Because we girls can do anything, right Barbie? She has all of my old
Grandpa Snake is caught in many compromising positions.
Barbies. I not only had the regular buxom blondes but also the Heart Family parents, kids, and grandparents. Her favorite Barbie is the Heart Family Grandpa. She latched on to him right away. He was the first one she named. “He’s Grandpa Snake.” Grandpa Snake keeps some pretty interesting company, after all there is a LOT of nudity going on at this Barbie house (note the picture). When the Barbies take a trip anywhere in their purple Volkswagon Beetle, she makes sure they take the toilet with them. It’s in the trunk, because you just never know when you’ll have to really go! A lot of Barbies seem to go missing their heads, which makes me think that they only think they are the only one. I haven’t found a headless body laying next to a sword yet, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.
I can only surmise what happened here… Barbie got the baby all ready to go out, then decide to take one quick naked roll around the house. Was knocked unconscious in a freak naked rollerskating accident…
I can’t really say anything… she is the daughter of a strange person with a rather big imagination. Stay tuned for more adventures…