Lordy, the times they are a-changing.
Firstly, I read this post by Lindsay Ferrier on 'bare-floor' teens that showed me just how behind the curve I really am (note; whilst the post itself is illuminating, it's the comments box that you especially need to check out). And then yesterday we had a new arrival Chez Potty.
Since she's arrived she's made my older son cry (because she wasn't a cowboy), made my younger son giggle (because she's wearing lipstick & has boobies - nothing wrong with his powers of observation then - although I knew that already...), and made my Husband and I suspect that someone on the Lego design team is having one hell of a laugh right now. (Seriously, I used to work with toy designers; I know their sense of humour first-hand).
She's also caused me to check out the cast list of Baywatch on Wikipedia (neither Husband nor I could remember Pamela Anderson's character's name, which was CJ in case you were wondering), and to need to explain to my sons that the red thing she's carrying is a flotation device whilst simultaneously withholding the fact that the original woman on which this doll was modelled had no need of such things since she had two inbuilt flotation devices all of her very own...
And to ask the question; am I imagining this, or is she REALLY wearing a swimsuit with a thong?
See what I mean?
