Now, at 40-something, we aren't asking, "What can I be?" We are asking, "What do I have to take off my plate to get eight hours of sleep?"
Now that we are 40-something, we are building our own Dreamhouses. They might have clutter and laundry piles, but they have love. We might not fit into her pink corvette, but we are comfortable in our minivan.
Remember Weird Barbie from the movie? The one who did the splits too many times and had her hair chopped off by a kid with scissors?