Do not adjust your screen, kids. What you are seeing is real...right there in the Targets ad today. I was paging through...muttering to myself something about Easter and Halloween getting bigger than Christmas, when the toy section stopped me dead in my tracks.
Dog p**p. Right there in Barbie's p** per scooper.
What self-respecting six year old sits down to play Barbies and says to herself (or himself...#nojudgement) "Today we're going to take FeeFee for a walk with her tiny little leash and her tiny little collar and her tiny little pink backpack, and we're going to scoop her tiny little p**p"?
What ever happened to going on dates with Ken in his GI Joe helicopter, or taking that pesky kid sister Skipper to the beach in the convertable Mustang that you just had to have, but broke seven minutes after your dad put it together?!
Dog p** p!!
What...pray tell me...happens when THOSE get sucked up in the vacuum? I have very distinct memories of my dear departed mother muttering to herself as she sifted through the vacuum cleaner bag for the pink stiletto pump that Barbie misplaced during a furious wardrobe change in between the Midnight Special Ball and her mad dash to her law firm (Barbie, Barbie, and Sabrina, LLC), but can you imagine the commentary track if the shoe search would have been a p**p retreival instead?
Holey schmoley...I simply cannot fathom the words that might have come out of poor Siggie's perfectly lipsticked mouth.
OK...back to our regualrly scheduled programming. I just had to share. But...aren't you glad Stewey isn't here to comment on this? I can almost see the steam coming out of his ears now...