Whenever a toy catalog enters our house, Lily snags it to pine over in her bedroom. She keeps her little stash of preschool porn on her nightstand, with the corner of her favorite pages turned down for easy reference. Everyday or so, I get an update of what she wants for Hanukkah or her birthday. Usually, the list is pretty consistent: An American Girl doll, some doll furniture or clothing, a movie or two, a new bike… check, check, check, check. Although I am slightly appalled at the cost of the American Girl, I can rationalize it as an heirloom that will bring countless hours of joy to her and possibly, her little girl. Plus, they’re just so pretty, and I want to play with them. I get all warm and fuzzy thinking about it.
Want to know what toy doesn’t give me the warm and fuzzies? Bratz dolls, and they now top Lily’s list. American Girl’s are pretty, you know, but just not fancy. And, let me tell you, my girl is all about fancy these days. Her favorite sweaters are studded with rhinestones, her sneakers are lined with a hot pink glittery mess and her toes need to be adorned with some sort of jewel or girly art to be acceptable. She literally sleeps in one white satin glove, à la Michael Jackson, because she’s passed out in the midst of all her fancy play.
Lily, I pleaded last week, pointing out Molly’s red party dress, look how fancy she is. Her dress is real velvet and her shoes are super shiny and her hair is so long and soft. We can get her a necklace and a little purse? American Girl Dolls are really special, I continue, and Bratz dolls are… um, not so much… Alright, she sighed. I’ll take her. [Crises averted] We resumed flipping through the AG catalog and Lily was once again filled with excitement and anticipation. Having just convinced my daughter to take the hundred dollar doll over the ten dollar one during a recession, I was filled with relief. We’d happily watch Mary Poppins and play with our timeless dolls and keep that crap out of the house for a few more years. Small price to pay for a classy kid.
Last night, Lily asked for a Hannah Montana video. I’m beginning to think I’m fighting a losing battle.