It’s a good thing Keira didn’t get the Bratz doll on Christmas Day…

…because I swear to God that all of my goodwill and cheer would’ve evaporated just as quickly as it did today when I spent a good part of twenty minutes separating the damned thing from all its packaging.

Now I just have to reinforce the Velcro across her breasts because the poor darl’s baps keep busting out all over the place.

Very awkward.