but, of course.

So, not three weeks after I completed the hand-sewn doll mentioned below, Kate informs me that she, inspired by the snotty princess doll (lesson = not learned) in a newly obsessed over book, would really, really, really like a small, plastic princess/fairy doll.  She knew I would not necessarily jump on this, mostly as I've been on cleaning-out kick.  I told her I understood why she would love a little doll like that, though, and if she wanted to spend her own hard-saved money on this, I'd help her get it.  Also, I asked that she find a toy to give away (poor snowy owl) to make room.  After spending a little time searching online, we ended up finding something - one very similar to those her cousin has been collecting - that fit the bill over at our neighborhood Target.  Was I happy to help her buy a plastic toy made by who-knows-who to add to an already enviable assortment of toys?  No, not so much.  Was I proud of her while she foisted her money onto the counter?  Yep.  Is it now naked, missing a shoe and hair all jacked-up, near the bathtub?  Of course.