Keeping Up with Snow White's Shoe!

So, the toys in our house have changed. Sometime, seemingly overnight, my baby girl decided to grow into a full-fledged three year old. Pottying, being polite (sometimes), talking in complete sentences, paragraphs and exaggerations. She is starting to read a little (or at least sound out some words) and even is able to wear clothes in the girls department - gasp - and not the toddler section.

In addition to these hard to swallow changes, the toys that interest her sweet little brain have undergone a change as well. She is tremendously entertained by playdough, her brand new marble run, race cars (for heaven sake!!) and now --- da, da, da, da... polly pocket and her polly pocket like friends - miniature Snow White, Belle, and Jasmine.

I remember playing with Barbie as a child and trying my best to keep up with her clothing and minute shoes and bags - but this, this, my friends is beyond ridiculous. These tiny people that make my daughter so happy, have such tiny shoes and accessories that it boggles the mind to think how they could have been manufactured. Perhaps the elves really do make them. Making the tiny pieces are one thing - but poor parents like me everywhere are having to play with them, dress them and ultimately keep up with all the little pieces. I mean heavens to betsy - what if Snow White wants to wear the yellow dress and there is only one yellow shoe - ah - the horror! I think I have reached a new level of obsession. I am constantly going behind my munchkin and picking up the tiny shoes and bags and placing them in a container -- so afraid they will be lost.

I am OCDing about doll accessories -- somebody call Dr. Phil immediately.

I am actually concerned for the next generation - will the dolls be even smaller, how will the moms and dads of 2020 ever get those shoes on the feet of next generation of "little dolls?"

I am contemplating a "rapture of the little ones" -- maybe during the night - maybe the trumpet will blow for them and they and all their cute shoes and dresses and other ridiculous paraphernalia will disappear... sounds like a great plan to me. I definitely could do without the stress!