Reading this funny and sweet post by a dad made me think back to the days when my daughter and her best friend, Shannon, just had to get their hands on all the American Girl books. (Meanwhile, Rebekah was longing like crazy for an American Girl doll, but I felt pretty much as the dad in the above post did.)
When dolldom finally happened, Rebekah was thrilled. In those days, she wanted to grow her own crops and make her own butter and was interested in All Things Pioneer. She and Shannon created plays with American Girl characters and learned all kinds of historical details. On the mom side, I was thrilled that she had a childhood as long as she did.
(Shannon was the real best friend in my book about surviving flood, River Friendly River Wild. She and Rebekah spent so many great hours in this room at Shannon’s house, and it was disconcerting when suddenly they were apart and had no idea where the other was.)