So, we did that super-annoying six-hour drive back from Indianapolis today. It's soooo boring. We have to drive through Columbus and St. Clairsville and . . . what? You didn't stop by to hear about a drive filled with dog farts and Tim Horton's Timbits? Really?
Oh.
Oh, THAT. The American Girl doll saga. I almost forgot.
First, if you didn't catch the beginning of this story, let me sum it up. American Girl catalog comes in mail. Woman is unable to stop man as he hands said catalog to short person. Bad things happen. Girl finds doll she likes and starts pleading. Woman says NO WAY because woman does not believe in spending that sort of money on dolls. Man is all in favor of the doll because man is silly. Santa hears the request for the silly-expensive doll and decides he will deliver, but only after he grants woman the right to torture the kid endlessly. And torture she does.
Santa snuck into our house while we were in Indianapolis, so Alexis rushed into the house once we returned to see if she had made the Nice List. And, well, here . . .
Let's review, shall we?
Girl unwraps doll.
Girl is mildly amused.
Girl snaps from mildly amused to wondering if there are other gifts in 1.00004 seconds.
Girl is far more amused by some earrings.
Girl is SUPER AMUSED by Alvin.
Woman swears girl will never, ever get another American Girl doll again. The end.