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Mercy gracious, friends! Just when we were recovering from the Hasbro Trolls doll with the button on her hoo-ha, parents have gotten an unwelcome “surprise” from the super popular L.O.L. Surprise! dolls. According to a now-viral Facebook live and many an Instagram post from parents, some L.O.L. Surprise! dolls reveal sexy lingerie or “tramp stamp” tattoos when you immerse them in ice water.

I’m not talking about an itsy-bitsy-teenie-weenie yellow polka-dot bikini, sadly. It’s more dominatrix-style lingerie, like this:

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Yeeeeikes! 

I get that part of the charm of L.O.L. Surprise! Dolls is that you can put them in ice water to reveal a surprise, but why can’t the surprise be a cute dress or a “Girls Rule!” tattoo?

Why does it have to be something so sexually suggestive and age inappropriate for the toys’ target age demographic? I mean, these dolls LOOK like tiny, young girls. They shouldn’t be wearing super suggestive black lingerie.

I don’t think there’s a good answer to that question. I think it’s obviously unnecessary, but parents can easily eliminate this problem by a) not buying the dolls or b) not allowing their children to use the “let’s submerge it in ice water and see what happens” feature.

Fortunately for me, my daughter has never been into the LOL Surprise Dolls and is now too old for them, so I don’t have to make those decisions. However, in the past, I’ve not let her have Bratz dolls, for instance, because I felt they dressed too “old” or in some cases suggestive for the age demographic to which they were marketed.

As parents, we get to make these decisions about which toys our kids do or do not play with. We are their gatekeepers!

You can write the LOL Surprise Dolls company all you want, but I doubt they will change their ways. (They have in the past said unapologetically that their male dolls are anatomically correct and that basically “if you don’t like it, don’t buy ’em.”) You’re better off investing your money in another fun yet harmless toy for your kiddo.

Do I think parents should know up front about the possibility of these cute, preschool-aged looking dolls possibly morphing into Lingerie Lolitas? Absolutely! But these days, we pretty much have to do a little research before we purchase anything that isn’t a plain LEGO brick, am I right? Just keep advocating for your children in all areas, and you will both be A-ok!

Do your kids play with these dolls? If so, will you be tossing or keeping them? Why or why not? 

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Jenny Rapson

Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor. You can find her at her blog, Mommin' It Up, or follow her on Twitter.

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