My own American girl is obsessed with American Girl stuff. She’s had a “Bitty Baby” (aka a baby doll) for quite a few years. Then a couple of years ago, she asked for an American Girl doll. She received a blond curly doll for Christmas.
For awhile, the American Girl doll just sat, untouched. But something recently renewed her interest in the doll.
She spends her free time perusing the American Girl website, compiling lists and computing prices. She tapes together cardboard to create furniture for her doll. She cleared two shelves of her bookshelf to make space for her American Girl doll’s bedroom. She longs to visit the American Girl store in Los Angeles. She asked me to order a special brush so she can fix her doll’s hair.
That American Girl stuff is expensive. It’s ridiculous, really.
But knowing that my 10-year old daughter is playing with dolls is priceless. This won’t last forever.
Nothing ever does.
And now, let’s all join together and sing along:
