I wasn’t really listening to dd’s detailed description of the public and secret life of fairy barbies, but I did switch on when she said:
Ella – And black fairy barbies like black clothes.
Me [nodding knowingly] – Ah, they’re emo barbies.
Ella [without even blinking] – Yes, and emo barbies wear emo clothes.
I quite liked that image. Maybe I should sell that idea to Mattel.
And while we are on the barbie topic: if the makers of the fairy barbie dolls did not want kids to give their dolls a punk hairdo, they should darn well not have given them bright pink and purple hair.
But I did somehow feel obliged to reprimand my 3yo hairdresser in training after I discovered the pink and purple fairy hair clippings on the carpet. Which elicited a classic puberesque you-are-so-mean-to-me-mum outburst, with storming off in true dramaqueen style and all. Very entertaining. And it gave me an opportunity to explain – again – that being mean meant being angry for no reason. If mums were angry for a good reason – for example because the kid did something they knew they were not allowed to do, like cutting their brand new doll’s hair with mummy’s scissors – it was called ‘being fair’.