The Barbie Dress

Carly and her Barbie Dress

When my niece Carly was very young she picked out a little sundress that looked vaguely like the one you see in my lovely portrait. It was a purplish blue or bluish purple, with spaghetti straps and a fake white tee shirt dickey kind of thing in it.  She wore it every day.  Every night before she went to bed she would ask if she could wear her Barbie Dress the next day. Every morning when she woke up she asked if she could wear her Cinderella jammies.  It's a good thing she was so cute.  

We reached the point where I just couldn't bear the thought of seeing that Barbie dress one more day. I told her that if she showed up at my house in it, I just wouldn't let her in.  That's about the time the phone calls began.

Rrring!

Me:  Hello?

Carly:  Hi Aunt Jammie

M:  Hi Baby Girl! What's up?

C:  Can I come over to your house today?

M:  Sure, baby. You can come here any time.

C:  Guess what?

M: What?

C:  I'm gonna wear my Barbie Dress

M: (in mock horror) Noooooo! Not the Barbie dress! I won't let you in.

C: I'm coming over and I'm gonna have it on, Aunt Jammie.

She did this regularly.  Thankfully, I got a better deal than my father.  He taught her to spell Pop (which is what she called him). Then he taught her to spell poop.  He got a steady diet of "Pop, I can spell your name (imagine childlike sing song voice), P......O...............OP. Ha ha ha!  Your name is Poop.

My sister in law saved the Barbie dress. She occasionally pulls it out and Carly is shocked and embarrassed by the fact that she loved it so much.