One problem with having little girls is that you can come home from work to a pile of naked Barbies. The two problems are: 1) they have too many Barbies and 2) their little fingers can undress Barbies but cannot dress them. Why they end up in a pile in the middle of the living room floor is not clear to me.

As the little girls grow older, they learn to dress their Barbies, and the phenomenon cleans itself up. Having three girls, I’ve had to endure this problem many times over the years. I thought it was all a distant memory.

Then I walked in on this:

Kelly and Mary Claire had decided to inventory all of their Barbie clothing. They were arranging it in stacks by category. Something of a mini laundry folding. I don’t know why they were doing this, nor did I ask. I just ran for the camera crying out “evidence! evidence!”

Reviewing the evidence, I see now that there were trolls involved. (What kind of clothes do they have? Click in to zoom if you dare.) And I think there is a Ken in the middle somewhere. Wish I could see his face.

My friend Greg Willits, who now has four boys, is likely to never experience walking in on such a graphic scene of twisted plastic flesh.