that would be bean, my fourteen year old. and no, he doesn't still.
but i said that because the four year old, pea, hasn't shown any interest in dolls (and the baby just throws them or hits them).
then i go through my box of barbies (of which i took to a children's resale place and i won't even tell you how much they gave me for them because i might cry) and the pea finds rollerblading teresa! he'd asked me, while i was sorting through the 18 billion dolls i had, if he could keep one. and aside from her hot super 90s neon outfit, she made sparks. of course we could keep her!
see, for some weird reason (maybe because i'm a girl and played gently with my toys) the "flicker n' flash" action on her rollerblades still worked. i wanted to take a picture of the crazy ass sparks they were creating as my fearless little boy repeatedly flicked them. but then he took her for a spin around the kitchen. the sparks were flying so high i thought something might actually catch fire and after that, the flint was good and broken. if i could count the shit my kids have broken, i would...i don't know, start a website about it.