Very American

My sister-in-law's mother-in-law had been longing to go to the American Girl Doll Restaurant for a long time and finally had the chance when the family was in NYC for my niece's choir's performance at Carnegie Hall.

Patrons are invited to bring their dolls, especially their American Girl Dolls, to the American Girl Doll Restaurant. My sister-in-law, however, did not bring an American Girl doll



as they are huge and bulky and a big pain in the ass to drag around on the NYC subway. No, she brought a different doll.

Raggedy Ann. Samantha's raggedy-ass cousin, if you will. The gal from the holler who don't quite belong at a fancy tea party in the big city.

But props to the good people at American Girl Doll Restaurant, because apparently they treated Miss Ann (nee Raggedy) as good as any well-dressed girl of U.S. history. They gave her her own little booster seat and tiny tea set.

Which my sister-in-law, uh, appropriated. If she were black, it would have been theft, but she's white, so it's just democratic entrepreneurial spirit.