Searching for a Barbie that can walk.
We have a strict rule in our house, imposed by me about two weeks ago, that no one is allowed to talk about Christmas until after my birthday, which is on November 14 (yes, I share my birthday with the King). I am writing this on November 13, anticipating the onslaught of Christmas-based demands and speculation which will ensue as soon as my birthday is over. In the meantime, I am enjoying being told about and in some cases actually shown my presents and cards in advance while also being told that they are a “secret” and that I am not supposed to know about them.
