It was exactly what you’d expect: Frantic energy, shrieking with excitement, pushing AND shoving, and wallets emptying faster than you can say “Historically questionable toy/Merchandising opportunity.”
But enough about me.
And wow! This place has it figured out. I was more than happy to shell out greenbacks for a My American Girl doll (this one).
I couldn’t stop.
Matching pajamas for Trixie and the doll? Yes! An adorable puppy set? Mais oui! A t-shirt featuring that same puppy? Yup. A doll brush that cost $8? A necessity and a bargain.
What kept me going is how thrilled I know Trixie will be when Santa brings all of this on Christmas morning, although it may be a toss up on which one of us is the most excited.
P.S. I’m already secretly planning a return trip for her 5th birthday in a few months, where we can get her doll’s hair done and ears pierced, buy even more accessories and maybe – just maybe – if I’m really good, we can get a friend for me.