This morning G. was playing with a small kit of lip gloss that someone gave her for Christmas and as I was cleaning up the breakfast dishes, I happened to overhear her mother and she talking.

G: "I've got pretty lip gloss."

J: "You do. I bet you think you look just like Barbie."

Gaia thinks that Barbie is about the be-all end-all of Glamor. I asked Jeni want she meant, and she told me that I couldn't possibly understand. "To a little girl," J said, "More makeup is always prettier."

Today, Gaia was sitting on my lap while I was talking to some people. She had a bunch of Barbies with her and they were all chatting and carrying on, as Gaia made the voices for all of them.

And then, suddenly Gaia started making barfing noices.

G: Barbie's throwing up! *Gaaa!*
Me: Did you say 'Barbie's throwing up?
G: Yeah. She's throwing up.
Me: Why? Why is Barbie throwing up?
G: That's just what she does.

No more "Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story" for Gaia, that's all I'm saying.