I am an American Girl, too.

Mom and her friends were swooning over these dolls, who are all owned by a lucky little fifth grade girl. They are called American Girl Dolls, and seem to hold some magical charm over their owners.

Apparently I already have one named Molly that is waiting for me in storage. I was told I had to turn 8 or learn to stop drooling all over my toys, whichever comes first, before I will be allowed to play with this Molly and her collection.

But for now, I will just enjoy looking like an American Girl Doll.