What do my 8-year-old daughter and Sasha Obama, 7, have in common? They’re ugly.
Into Ugly dolls, that is.
The media frenzy this week over the Obama daughters starting school revealed one important detail. Sasha has an Ugly doll attached to her backpack, just like my daughter. Sasha’s Ugly is named Babo’s Bird. My daughter’s is named Moxy.
In this crass world of commercialized toys and video games, Ugly dolls are beautiful. My daughter has full-sized Ugly named Chuckanucka, who has achieved rarified status is her life. It has been taken into her bed at night, along side her beloved cat, Zizay Badu.
So come January 20, when the world celebrates Sasha’s dad’s inauguration, my daughter and I will be celebrating all things Ugly.