The title of this post could also be Why The Entertainer Is Called The Entertainer. When The Reader and The Entertainer were flipping through a catalog today and came to a picture of Barbie, The Entertainer said "Dat's Mommy". The Reader quickly informed it wasn't mommy, it was Barbie but The Entertainer was having none of it. "No, dat MOM-MY!" Oh if they could only keep their three and a half year old rose-colored glasses forever. I was quite amused though that he thinks I resemble Barbie in any way, shape, or form besides the fact that we are both missing our Y-chromosome.