Last year, when we asked our then-second grader what she wanted for Christmas, her unexpected reply sent a chill up my spine: â€œI want an American Girl Doll!â€ I gulped and tried to get ahold of myself.
When I was in elementary school, I loved (and still do) reading. I was thrilled when the brand new series, â€œAmerican Girls,â€ came out. I loved reading the stories of Molly, Samantha and Kirsten. They transported us to another time and taught theÂ girls of the 1980sÂ what it might have been like to live in another era. But now? With their very own collection of exquisite dolls, their accompanying wardrobes and nicer furniture than I have in my living room, the only place the American Girls transport you is the poor house. (Is that not OK to say? Credit counseling, then.)
Â These dolls ring up at over $100 a pop, and that doesnâ€™t include the designer wardrobe that is downright essential for any upstanding American Girl doll owner. (Mother? Too much?) There are practically a dozen different dolls to choose from, though of course you can also design the doll to look exactly like your daughter.I remember being perplexed last year to see a Facebook update that read, â€œWARNING: THE AMERICAN GIRL CATALOG IS IN TODAYâ€™S MAIL!â€ If only I had known. I would have given anything to have intercepted that damn catalog before my over-zealous, eager-to-fit-in second grader got her greedy little hands on it.When she told me her plan to ask Santa for an America Girl doll, I knew there was no way we were shelling out that kind of money. I patted myself on the back for my quick thinking when, after I sputtered about how they were too expensive and she promptly countered with, â€œSo what? Santaâ€™s elves can make them!â€ I immediately dispensed with this thoughtful reply: â€œSanta doesnâ€™t bring gifts that the childrenâ€™s parents donâ€™t think are appropriate.â€ Whew. Side-stepped that dream-crushing land mine. Iâ€™d used a similar rationale when explaining why Santa would not be bringing us a puppy the year that her sister was born. Unless he planned on also delivering a yearâ€™s supply of red wine, live-in puppy-sitte, and pharmaceutical regimen, Mommy would not be taking care of a new baby and a puppy.But seriously, folks. $120 for a #$%@ing doll? I donâ€™t think weâ€™re in the Cabbage Patch anymore, Xavier Roberts. (Look it up, Millennials.)
And speaking of Cabbage Patch Dolls, may I present Exhibit A as to why there is no way in hell my 7-year-old will be receiving an American Girl Doll for Christmas? Last year, she begged for a Cabbage Patch Doll, and this is how said doll spends much of her time these days:
I assure you, I did not disrupt the integrity of this scene by posing the doll.Not only that, but she was so psyched about being a Cabbage Patch mama that she spent her Christmas money from her grandparents and bought a companion doll for her gift. Thatâ€™s right â€” a second Cabbage Patch Kid. Do you think I have the vaguest idea where this prized possession is at this moment? Hell, no. I couldnâ€™t even track her down for a second (completely unstaged, I promise) photo.