Or is it just me? I swept back the shower curtain this morning and felt compelled to contact the crime lab. Apparently Olivia didn't put her Polly Pockets away after draining the tub last night.
I find them all over the house like this, arms splayed, hair all a mess, various stages of nudity. I feel a bit terrorized. And annoyed. Because of this:
It's bad enough having to pick up after a seven year old all day long, but now I find myself picking up after a 7 yr. olds creepy little "Pollys". I think it's because the literal matter of the clothes occupy such negligible space but requires me to spend the same amount of time picking them up off the floor and furniture and putting them away as it would legitimate articles of clothing. It doesn't seem to justify my energy expenditure. On top of the fact that the manufacturers are peeing themselves silly on account of the profit margin.
All in all, not one of my favorite toys. But I do have to admit that once or twice whilst vacuuming, I may have sucked up a pair of shoes or two. Don't tell Liv.