|The ideal toy for your 7 year old child.|
Here's where the clerks earned her brownie points. (Not from me, that was sure.) "Be sure and 'wash' off the bear in the back," she said and pointed to the 'Fluffing' area. One must go to the fluffing area by passing through the accessory area. The accessories are located at eye level to my daughter, who is eying them with no little regard. Rather, she's checking out the ensembles with the eye of a woman who has just been given the golden key to the city. She has hit the mother-lode. There is more bling, glamer, and 'it' stuff there than on the Las Vegas strip at sunset.
"Look, Mommy, Hello Kitty shirts," Cressy announced. Certainly, there they are, all in convenient bear size for the plush thing you've just committed yourself to buying. Hello Kitty tank tops. Hello Kitty sequined dresses. Hello Kitty slutty leather skirts. And let us not forget the Hello Kitty line of shoes. There are peep toes, closed toes, stilettos, and twinkly ones. (Hello Kitty dresses much better than I do. But then I don't have to cut off one of my toes to fit into the shoes that look good, either.)
|The bear doesn't really say this, but it's implied.|
"Look, Mommy, military bears," Cressy shouts. Her Daddy and Mommy were in the military so this calls to Cressy's roots. As a matter of fact, she's got a long line of military on Mommy's side of the family but I'm digressing. There are Army outfits, Marine outfits, Navy, Coast Guard, and indeterminable outfits. They have camouflage outfits. They have matching boots. They've got backpacks and other things I don't even know the name of. (They didn't have little Build-A-Bear weaponry, but I guess they must have thought that was going too far. M-16s dripping with bling = tacky.)
|I swear I heard the bear say this, or maybe that was just me|
thinking it. Maybe.
|It's possible that I'm going overboard with this, but I don't|
|You cannot say you didn't laugh at this. This was funny.|