My Pride and Joy
For those of you who have shopped at The American Girl Doll Store, you may understand what I mean when I say that there is nothing worse than shopping at The American Girl Doll Store, except for maybe eating at The American Girl Doll Store.
Still, I have indulged my youngest girl with gifts for her Julie doll. So for her birthday this weekend, she received a bunch of stuff for Ms. 1970's Julie, including Julie's bunny, Nutmeg. A pet, it is assumed, that gives her great comfort as Julie's parents are divorcing.
(Because she is the 1970's "historical" doll, she must go through such things.)
I was feeling a bit sad, not about the divorce, but about all the money I spent at The American Girl Doll Store. But then this magic happened:
Birthday Girl: What's the name of the bunny again?
Me: Nutmeg.
BG: Nutmeg?
Me: Yes.
BG: Is it OK if I just call it Hamlet, 'cause that's easier for me to remember.
Me: Yes, yes, my special birthday girl! Yes it is OK!
Monday, September 24, 2012
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