I was carelessly walking the other day in my bedroom, when all of a sudden, my poor foot was stabbed to death by a random Barbie tiara. As I tried to calm myself down and end my agony, my other foot stepped on my baby’s favorite rubber duck and deformed it for life. Alas, that is the life of a parent. You are destined for chaos and foot injuries.
Yet, just when I thought no parent can organize or color coordinate toys, Kim Kardashian gives us a tour inside her kids’ playroom. To say we’re stunned would be putting it mildly. That playroom triggered my own unfulfilled childhood dreams. It’s not my kids who want to spend some time there, it’s me; the mom.
The epic room has a concert stage, an advanced mini supermarket, color-coordinated toy drawers, walk-in crafts closet, costumes for every occasion, an ice cream parlor, endless L.O.L. Surprise! O.M.G. dolls, a pantry of plastic food that looks better than my fridge and SO MUCH MORE!!
May I remind you that Kim K lives in a minimalist mansion.
Dear Kim Kardashian, I’m okay with your family adopting me anytime now!