SHE DID IT! CALOO CALAY!
And even though Rosey was up most of the night (she said, gripping her coffee mug tightly - Where's my refill?) with some sort of croup-y thing that descended out of nowhere, this morning I packed her up and we went out to score her reward.
First she wanted a fairy-tale Barbie. Then the one with the kitty toy.
Then after I'd broken her heart (kiddo, I can guarantee you that you're going to have to keep your pants dry for a long time before Dad will let you score a 60 dollar Barbie styling head) she spied the baby doll section.
And suddenly Barbie didn't matter so much anymore.
Okey-doke*, a baby doll, then. Since there were about two aisles worth, I thumbed through my purse to see if I had any reading material, planning to be there awhile.
But she lost her heart quickly - to a baby doll that came with a spare outfit, a plastic potty (The irony! It slays me!) and a plastic diaper bag to keep everything in. And not in pink - in purple, to my surprise.
On the way home, R was talking softly to her new toy.
'Her name is Barbie, Mama.'
Of course it is. What else could she be called?
*My spell checker wants to make this ikey-dikes. This may become my new catchword.