It was raining again this morning. I’m running out of ideas for the kids, so when Virginia Mom suggested we meet up at the doll museum with a few other ladies, I went for it.  It’s definitely scraping the bottom of the barrel when I take Lucien (“What’s a Barbie, Mommy, OOH, can I touch her boobies?”) and Coco (“stop lookin’ at me like that, punk, or Ima hit you with this Barbie”) to the doll museum.

The kids couldn’t have cared less about the doll museum but I was happily surprised. There was an exhibit of Barbie and Ken dolls dressed as significant people throughout history.  And believe me, you haven’t lived until you’ve seen Ken dressed as Charlemagne.

Virginia Mom got a kick out of Ken as Toulouse-Lautrec because they cut off most of  his legs. I enjoyed Ken as Marat relaxing in a bathtub while Assassin Barbie stands behind him with a tiny knife.

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