Boborians At The Gate
No, that's not a typo, y'all know the book. You do. Bobos in Paradise? You know it. Confess.
Anyway. As I was perambulating around the ktichen island this evening, soothing the mad Peabo in her sling and reading through today's wack of catalogs, I happened to discover that our Yuppie/Bobo//Whatnot credentials are intact. Why, you ask?
Our oldest daughter's real name (Bean isn't on her birth certificate---relieved?) showed up on one of the
Pottery Barn Kids "puffy Easter treat baskets!". The younger daughter's real name (again, no, Peabo isn't her birth name, though come to think on it, with the Southern ancestry rampant in this household, it bears confirmation) has been bestowed on one of said PBK's "soft dolls!". They are cloth, but wtih a "flexible wire frame" to allow them to be "posed for teatime or playltime". I particularly like the way teatime isn't the same thing as playtime.
For a more detailed version of why teatime isn't PLAYTIME, check out this video on YouTube.
by at January 26, 2007 8:17 PM