After what seems like a lifetime of buying pink everything, eating sandwiches at work out of princess-printed sandwich bags, choking to death on pink tulle, and knowing the names, occupations, love lives, and favorite accessories of twenty-seven HUNDERED different Barbies, I got to buy my first set of cars. The set of cars came with... 5 cars. No little handbags that don't open, no miniscule shoes that you need a magnifying glass and tweezers to put on, no optional accessory kits, no malibu mansions, no pets, no flowers, no ponies, and no lipgloss that will - more than likely - just end up mashed into the carpet anyway. One box, 5 pieces, $5.
I love boys.