How to Make Boys Cry…

…Give them a Barbie. lol

Yes, I gave my boys a Barbie.  One for each of them.

As you can tell, they were NOT happy.

The sinister side of me even allowed them to dwell in this state for a moment — or five.  I couldn’t help it!  Their reaction was priceless!

I knew that the Barbies were to be used for a school project, but in their minds, they could only envision torture.  Yes, pure. painful. torture.  The mere thought of even holding something pink sent them into such a tizzy.  My Dad would have been so proud, lol.

The little one even tried to sneak a permanent marker, and began coloring across the packaging on his Barbie to purposefully cover up the sight of her!  He threw the package down, slid it across the floor, folded his arms across his chest, and proclaimed he would have NOTHING. TO. DO. WITH. IT!

Finally, the compassionate side of me kicked in, and I explained that we would be making mummies out of them, and wow, what a change on their faces! 

Now they were perfectly fine with it, lol! 

Thoughts of “Barbie manipulation” danced in their heads.  They couldn’t wait to pretend to cut her open, take out her organs, pull her brain out through her nose, dip her in water, cover her in salt and spices, and then wrap her until every inch was covered for eternity! 

NOW they didn’t mind having a Barbie, lol!

A day later, and the project was done,

It was so much fun, we decided to make each other mummies, too!

then our Ancient Egypt study culminated into a trip to Dallas to see the King Tut display.  Even Dad got to come along. 

 

We had a great time!