Ken-Doll

So I just remembered a funny story today...

When I was a kid, I LOVED barbies. I had a few hand-me-downs, and among all the girl-barbies, I had one Ken-barbie. He was a hand-me-down. He also had no legs. I used to imagine either that A: He was in a wheelchair, or B: His legs could do amazing moves that no other barbies could do... he could dance, do the splits, etc.

WELL, one day, I was in the store with my mom, and I asked her if I could get the Ken-doll that I saw on the wall. He had hawaiian shorts on, and no shirt. He would do for a good many male characters in the stories I would make up. I mean, he was no legless-dancing Ken doll, but he would fill a number of roles that were missing in my epic dramas.

My mom hummed and hawed for a little while, and then finally decided that I could get him... on ONE condition... that I would NEVER take his shorts off. I solemnly swore that I never would, and I believe I never did. They were his sacred shorts.

Of course, only about a year ago did I think of that again and realize the hilarity of the situation... I mean, it's not like they had any parts... but it was sweet that my mom wanted to protect my innocence. Ha ha!