As I delegated jobs this afternoon, I had Z go up to pick up the loft playroom. He went willingly and after about 20 minutes he came down exhausted.
"That is the last time I will ever pick up Barbie's!" he said.
I said, "No, it's probably not."
He said, "Their creepy, permanent smiles. Thousands of tiny accessories ... tiny hamburgers for the tiny pans, tiny forks, tiny high heels, tiny pet dogs ... there are just too many tiny things that go along with them! And Ken just lays around grinning and wearing his boots."
I laughed at the imagery and gave him a big Mama bear hug and thanked him for putting up with all the tiny stuff and just getting the job done.
He added, "Give me a pile of Hot Wheels any day ... at least those are just cars with no accessories necessary."
Mostly, I was left feeling a sense of overwhelming pride about his wonderful vocabulary as he described his Barbie frustration. That's our boy!