Birthday Party Ken

LittleMan got a Ken doll from the Easter Bunny. We told him it was Prince Charming, and he has been toting that damned doll around for days.

He just came bursting into the living room telling me I had to come to his super party. Come on, Mom!!!

He was supposed to have been asleep.

I followed him into his room and there he stood, his arms spread in a ta-da at his mattress. There was a cloth block and Princess Belle balanced on his headboard. Malibu Ken Prince Charming was partially tucked under the covers. He made a sweeping gesture over Ken. Here is your party mom!

OK? I made myself comfortable because this was starting to get interesting.

Here is your cake (indicates Ken). You have to blow out the candles (pats Ken's crotch).

So...you want me to blow on the cake? Yes Mommy!! Right here! (Ken gets another frisking).

So LittleMan sang Happy Birthday to me, and I blew Ken.

I thought I was going to have to wait until my son was 18 to start getting gifts like this. Apparently, LittleMan is way ahead of the curve.