"Oh no! Bobby will be here any minute!" shrieked Annette, playing her Barbie-doll Patty. "I can't let him see the house like this with the walls all splattered with green jello! I'm so embarrassed!"
"Yeah, we should have known better than to try to make Jennifer's special exploding jello for company -- the recipe's just too complicated!" said Lynn for her doll Tuesday.
To think that Lynn was already twelve years old and in Young Women's at church. For ten-year-old Annette to still want to play Barbies was already kind of borderline. But I supposed it wasn't too embarrassing if they just did it at home with nobody else around.
It was so annoying that Mom and Dad insisted I set up my drawing table and paints in the toyroom where Annette kept her elaborate doll house! I got to have the joy of listening to two giggly little sisters while trying to concentrate on creating my masterpiece graphic novel.
"Uh-oh, he's here now!" said Annette, driving a Ken-doll up to the house in a red convertible. more ->
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