Barbie blues

K, my soon to be 4 year old, was playing with a "fashion model" Barbie in the van today. "Mommy, I wish I had brown eyes." I replied with, "K, God gave you beautiful blue eyes." "Mommy, I wish I had brown hair." I replied with, "K, God gave you beautiful blond hair." "Mommy, I wish I was as pretty as Barbie." I replied with, "K, you don't need to look like Barbie to be pretty, you are a beautiful little girl." I returned my focus to my driving and heard K say softly, "I want to look just like Barbie when I grow up." It made me a little sad to realize that at even such a young age, how quickly the innocence of simply wanting to play with dolls can morph into trying to measure up.