Huh??

Okay, so last night at around 12:30 we heard Ryan get up and go to the bathroom, accompanied by many weird clattering sounds that didn't sound dangerous, and so were not onerous enough for us to leave the comfort of the bed to investigate.

This morning, when we went to brush teeth, comb hair, etc., this is what we found:

According to Ryan, the antique tin I use to hold their "decorative display" of towels (shut up) is actually the Barbies' car, and they are all sisters.

You see, we started with one barbie toothbrush, added the toothpaste, then this weekend I found Ryan mock-cleaning the stairs with Barbie #1 (in what can only be considered a frightening moment of vicarious dejavu), so we purchased a new Barbie (#2). Insta-family, 2006.

She insists they must all 3 be together at the same time, same place, and apparently last night they needed to take an urgent trip...somewhere.

My questions is, should I laugh and just be tickled pink, or would this be considered a serious cry for help?

Anyone?Anyone? Bueller??