Barbie Nudist Colony

There's a nudist colony in my living room. I estimate there are 13 or 14 nekkid women, and 3 or 4 nekkid men. I really haven't kept track, and honestly I don't want to get close enough to investigate. Some of the nudists are driving around nekkid in a mini-van and others are in a pink VW Beetle. Some are sitting stiff-legged and straight-backed in a semi-circle. Some have been decapitated, and others are missing a limb or two. A few unfortunates are missing all appendages. All are stark nekkid.

Why is it that Barbie and Ken dolls come into our lives fully clothed and accessorized, sometimes in fabulous princess costumes with high heel shoes and tiara, or cool surfer-dude board shorts, but they never remain that way? In the box of Barbie accessories there must be two dozen sets of clothes. Why do Barbies and Kens refuse to keep their duds on? Why are they all nudists? Summer or winter, they are nudists. WHY? This is a great mystery of life, and one of the questions I plan to ask God when we've gotten the joyful reunion and other more important items out of the way.

I should add that Barbies aren't the only dolls around here that are forced to live nekkid, but they are most noticeable, probably because they congregate in large groups in the living room. All the baby dolls are also nekkid. Pretty much any doll in this house that comes with removable clothes is nekkid. I have come to really appreciate dolls with cloth torsos that can't be removed. And Raggedy Ann and Andy, who have their clothing sewn on.

So you're probably now wondering what kind of twisted household my children live in, and whether or not we all just run around here nekkid day in and day out. You can rest easy on that one. While nudism may have its nice points for some, we practice clothesism here. Maybe it's just that an eight year old and a four year old are still young enough to remember how free they feel without the constraint of clothing and they want their Barbies to enjoy that same freedom.