Lions and tigers and BEARs. Dear God.

Standing in the doorway of the family room, I heard her mumble something. quietly.

Upon further eavesdropping investigation, it became obvious that she was speaking for the Barbie dolls. puppeteering a conversation that immediately sent my head reeling.

I had to ask her twice...as nonchalantly as I could feign...to make sure I was hearing her correctly.

Ken: "And how many will you bear me?"

He asked this question casually as he paraded down a long line of Ladies in Waiting. Each one answering in turn the number they would "bear" him.

Take note of the pile of ladies in the above picture. I can only assume they were disqualified early on because of the too-low number they volunteered.

And I present to you the winner...uh, Bride.
Clearly, she promised him more children than the other women. Eight, to be exact.

It's days later, and I'm still in shock being that the only time we use the word "bear" is when referring to something furry. with large teeth. that needs to be avoided.

I promise we have neither cable nor Harlequin romance novels lying around. *Scout's honor*

You know, if I were a scout and all.

WHERE does she come up with this stuff? Do I even want to know? Should I chalk it up to a homeschooling vocab lesson? or a head's up from the Lord to start intercessing now? ...concerning her view of how to secure a husband.