So, confession time. I don’t like playing with dolls. Kari got this girls’ Lego set for her birthday and we built it, and now she wants to play with the two little Lego dolls that came with it. I told her I wanted to play something else after 24 hours of it, and now she wants to play Polly Pockets. Seriously, what is the fun in holding a doll up and pretending to talk to another doll with it, over and over and over again? I am missing some kind of girl gene here.