We went through the tub, pulling out a mish-mash of Legos and Duplos, My Pretty Pony and Polly Pocket accessories, a gaudy plastic necklace, and two wild-haired, naked Barbies. Ok, one of them wasn’t quite naked, but scantily-clad (or entangled) in an iridescent, floofy boa – where’s a stripper pole when you need one? And then….at the very bottom...was what we instantly dubbed “Post-It Note Ken.”
Ken's (non-existent) man parts were swathed in bright green 3x3s, his left arm raised in what must be "The Post-It Note Salute." One can only wonder who felt compelled to dress him - armpit-to-crotch - in sticky notes, and more importantly, WHY?One final word, Ken - Stay outta those tanning booths!