I sit on TV, I watch, the little sister plays on the floor (pupples, platinum and all kinds of shit) I notice that the poor Barbie has somehow changed the face)) small with an unwavering look turns off the head of the poor beauty, carefully collected by our narrow-eyed brothers from beneath the sky, pulls out of the plastic head of the butterfly with the eyes, rising out of the orbits and the spider's jaw and pants to the place of the old one. The little one notices my interest in the process and says:"Yes, she behaved badly... quarreled with me all the time..."))).and today I thought that it is better not to quarrel with the little one, or plasticine a lot more...