It's funny how, when I'm looking for a topic to write about and staring at a blank blog post window, a topic finds me.

Just a minute ago, Gutsy and Intrepid were in the playroom watching some lame television show about cyborgs that I can't understand to save my life. A Barbie commercial came on. Something about a magical princess castle.

"I'm buying you that for your birthday," I heard Intrepid say to his nearly six-year-old brother.

"No you're not." retorted Gutsy.

"Oh, yes I am. I know how much you loooove Barbie," taunted Intrepid. In this house one tries not to toss around the "B" word too much unless one is purposely attempting to start a fight with a sibling. "Look! It has pretty sparkles and a pink horse! You love pink Barbie things, right Gutsy?"

By now you could hear the tension in Gutsy's voice "No I don't! And you're not buying that for me. You're lying!"

"No, really! I've been saving up my allowance all year to get that for you. I'm sure you'll have so much fun with it!"

It took Gutsy a second to process what was just said. Then, victoriously, he shouted "It hasn't even been out for a year! So how could you have been saving up for it, huh?"

The victory was short lived. "Gee, Gutsy, you know a lot about Barbie stuff! Have you been keeping track of all the new things and when they come out? Aww, that's so cute!"

".... Moooooooooooooom! Intrepid says I like Barbie!"

If I keep this in perspective, this has been a very tame sugar-filled, post-Halloween day.