Barbie Bandits

She climbed into the car after dance and in disheartened squeal, "Where's his shirt?  They lost it and I'll never find it!"  As I poked around in the winter boot Ken was sticking out of, I found the shirt, "Don't worry, it's right here.", I picture the two brothers waiting in the car, watching movies, and . . . playing with sister's Barbie and Ken.  "Why do they have to mess up my dolls?" another anguished plea.  And my reply, "I guess if you don't want them messed with just leave them in your backpack out of sight, and as I speak these words I file the moment for future use with future girlfriends or wives to be, graduation day, or who knows when . . . *insert evil snigger here.