Once upon a time… a couple of Christmases ago…

 

…Katie was bitten by the American Girl bug, as is bound to happen to all little girls her age.

We had to have one.

We ogled the catalogs, picked our favorites, made a wish list a mile long, then cashed out her college fund in order to afford one of the darn things.

And then Annie, who has to do everything Katie does, decided she had to have one too.

Only THIS frugal momma wasn’t about to invest ALL THAT in a DOLL for a three-year-old to ruin… are you kidding??!?

So I connivingly, manipulatively accidentally steered her toward the Generation Girls at Target  instead, and it didn’t take much to sell Annie on the idea. Before long she picked her favorite, and each time we went to Target we had to go see the Girls.

And then SOMEONE went and mentioned, right in front of her, how it bugged her that the Generation Girls didn’t come with panties. And its true; for whatever dumb reason, these dolls. don’t. have. panties.

And Annie was three, and fixated on panties, as is bound to happen to all little girls her age.

Fast forward to the sweet little Christmas party at her sweet little school, Kids Kaleidoscope. Santa came. All the kids had their chance to sit on Santa’s lap and tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas.

And my sweet little Annie happily sat in Santa’s lap and told him ….

I want an American Girl with No Panties.

Yes. She did. I came to pick her up that afternoon, and Mrs. Tisha’s report was … slightly…. confused.

Annie…? told Santa she wanted… ? An American Girl…? With no… panties?

… was what she said, but what she MEANT was,

WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON IN THIS HOME? WHAT IS THIS CRAZY WOMAN TEACHING HER INNOCENT CHILDREN? SHOULD I CALL CPS????

I laughed. And turned six shades of red. And stumbled over some sort of explanation.
Santa, true to his word, brought Annie one of those Naughty American Girls.
And if you know Annie, I think that explains a lot.