Through the miracle of commercial advertising, the girls have decided they want Bratz dolls for their birthday (yes, I know it's months away, but they kind of plan things they want between Christmas and their birthday). I downloaded this picture off the internet for those of you that don't know what a Bratz doll is. G was moaning to me about it yesterday, and I kept saying, no, I won't allow dolls in the house that look like that. "Like what, mommy?"

"Like little tramps, G." Of course she doesn't know what a tramp is, let alone what one looks like, but I'd been painting all day and she really has a knack for bringing me to the edge sometimes.

(Loud sob) "BUT I WANT A DOLL THAT LOOKS LIKE A TRAMP!"