Barbie 1 (because they don’t have names, they are all called Barbie): “Oooh I love your dress! It looks just like Cinderella’s!” 

Barbie 2: Yes, it is Cinderella’s. She lent it to me to go to the ball.”

Barbie 1: “It’s very pretty. And I love your hair!”

Barbie 2: “Thank you! It’s very long and gets knots in it. Sometimes I cry when my Mommy combs it. I love your hair too, it is nice and curly.” 

Barbie 1: “Thank you. Sometimes I show people my backside.”

Barbie 2: “(WTF??????????????)”

(Relax, she isn’t actually an exhibitionist. We have big windows looking out onto the street, and if she takes too long putting her pajamas on, we just tell her everybody is looking at her naked. And yes, we do expect her to pay her own therapy bills.)