My mother and my mother in law came over this weekend. For months my mother has been waxing about taking Evelyn to the American Girl Store in downtown Chicago. I for one, would generally avoid the American Girl Doll Place.
It’s not that I have a problem with the fact that the dolls, probably mass produced somewhere in China by child slaves, cost over $100 each. It’s not that they’re probably one of the best examples of our American obsession with the ideal, our rabid consumerism, or the spoiling of the next generation. I for one, would rather hang out at H & M.
Oh well. Evelyn decided on Kit. Kit is from Cincinnati, but moved to Chicago. Kinda creepy eh?
Why did Kit move? Are Kit’s parents displeased with the quality of Chicago’s transit system and Mexican-restaurant “steaks”?
You better not buy my goddaughter one of those satanic dolls!