Who could forget
Then there was Pregnant Midge. Seriously?
And, of course, RollerBlade Barbie, whose roller blades could set fire to underwear doused with hairspray.
But I had great expectations for Barbie Potty Training Taffy. I envisioned hours of fun feeding adorable Taffy and cleaning up his poop with Barbie's pink pooper-scooper.
In fact, I could hardly wait to start playing! I fed Taffy and, sure enough he had to go potty. (I could just tell.) I put the 5 pieces of poo into the slot in his "back pack", pushed down his tail and out came 5 pieces of poo. Just like magic!
So I picked up the poo with the pooper-scooper and was about to drop it into the blue plastic trash can when I noticed the omission.
Barbie's trash can had no liner.
Euuuuuuuu! I would never put poo into a trash can without a liner.
Especially in August.
In South Carolina.
So I made a Barbie Potty Training Taffy trash can liner.
Now, any ordinary Marketing genius would have stopped there. But I'm no ordinary Marketing Genius.
And, since imitation is a form of flattery, I kind of borrowed an idea.
Introducing the Barbie Potty Training Taffy PooTrap.
No Poops! No Oops!
I know what you're thinking. I couldn't agree more.
Mattel needs to put me on their payroll.