When Bossy’s daughter was young enough to play with dolls — which was yesterday and maybe tomorrow and the next day even though Bossy’s daughter relocated her dolls to
purgatory the basement but Bossy still holds out hope — Bossy’s daughter preferred baby dolls that look and feel like real babies. Maybe you’ve met her dolls.
Bossy’s daughter never took part in the phenomenon that is the American Girl doll thing, which doesn’t prevent the company from sending Camp Bossy an American Girl catalogue every fifteen minutes. Shall we?
OK, yeah. Bossy sort of gets the appeal of these historically accurate dolls — in this case, a colonial girl. And similarly, there are selections like this:
And Bossy gets how each doll has a story, for instance Kirsten who left her homeland of Sweden in 1854 for the Minnesota frontier because her father was a masochist:
Except while perusing the pages about Kirsten and her $58 bed and $22 friendship quilt and $68 Scandinavian candle holder, Bossy found this rather disturbing Kirsten fact:
But where Bossy loses all patience for American Girl dolls and their expensive accessories is in a situation like this: