December 31, 2008 7:00 am
A few months back, my parents took BOTH kids for their first overnight stay at their house. They have each separately stayed over before but this time my mom demanded both children. Fine by me, I happily packed their stuff, typed out their schedules and sent them on their merry way. Jamie and I enjoyed the evening by going out to dinner and to the grocery store before crashing in front of the TV at an ungodly early hour.
The next morning, we decided to make the most of it and go out to breakfast. This never happens so we made it a point to throw on some clothes and drag ourselves out of the house. We chose a dumpy chain restaurant since it was close and we were really only leaving the house to make a point. The food was acceptable and as we were walking out, I noticed a crane machine. You know, something like this:
For some uncanny reason, I’ve always had a knack for these stupid games so I asked Jamie for a dollar to play. Sure enough, I won something on my first try. It was a Pebbles Flintstone doll:
I brought Pebbles home to add to the collection of useless stuff animals that my children have already acquired in their short lives. I really didn’t give her another thought until a few days later when we were playing in Graham’s room and I took a good look at her wardrobe. It’s obviously cold wherever she came from (Bedrock the Toy Crane) since she’s wearing a scarf, mittens and earmuffs. Why the hell is Pebbles otherwise dressed like a little whore? She’s wearing underwear, a skimpy, midriff-showing tank top and no shoes. Why even bother with the mittens if she was going to forego the shoes?
Looking back, Pebbles has always been scantily clad, even when she was a baby:
I can’t totally blame Pebbles for her wardrobe choices. Obviously Fred and Wilma decided that they wanted to raise a stripper in training. With the name Pebbles, she doesn’t really stand a chance. I’m actually surprised that she didn’t emerge from the crane fastened to one of these babies:
That’s a stripper pole in case you were born in the 1700’s and have never heard of them. So now I’m faced with a conundrum. Do I let my daughter play with Pebbles and think it’s ok to dress like that? I will obviously never buy her a Bratz doll or any other doll whose “look” I deem inappropriate so why should I let her play with Pebbles “Prostitot” Flintstone? Obviously I see the humor in the situation and for now, Pebbles is still taking up residence in my kid’s room but I’m thinking her days are numbered. Hopefully she’ll find herself a Sugar Daddy so I don’t have to throw her out on the street.