The blonde trollop and brunette smarty hot-pants *I picked out* will be returning to the store ...

Where *SHE* will likely choose the exact same dolls.

UPDATE

Um ... I wonder how Those ^^^^ words up there are going to taste when I eat them. ...

She stopped feeling woozy around three o'clock and so we went to exchange the dolls.

She was adamant that BRATZ was the brand for her.

We stood in the tarted up plastics fashion doll department for about a hour taking down, lining up and inspecting the six different choices of Bratz.

She hemmed, hawed. She chose. She reconsidered. Couldn't decide.

And then she headed for the Barbie aisle "just to see." There were about 55 choices.

She found "Pinky" right off.



And then, she saw "Cooking Show Barbie."



Fifty years of a plastic fashion icons and her tiny lifetime of Food Network viewing can't be wrong.