For Sadie's birthday, Blake and I took her to McDonald's for lunch. After I got over the price of a Happy Meal, (I remember when they were $1.99!) we sat down to enjoy our delicious, processed food.
Of course, the first thing Sadie wanted to do was see the toy. I ripped it out of it's packaging and handed it over to her. Between bites of her chicken nuggets she would play with her new treasure. I didn't really pay much attention to the doll, mainly because Sadie was so excited with it and I was busy downing my chicken sandwich. But, when I finally noticed just what my $3+ had paid for, I did a double look. Was that doll's skirt really that short? Was that cleavage I saw? And why was it necessary for her belly to be hanging out? Seriously. Who dresses like that to go skating and why was my two-year old being given this in a children's meal?
I don't consider myself the kind of mom that feels the need to censor every part of my child's life but at the same time, I was a little shocked to see what was considered an "appropriate" toy for a Happy Meal.
I guess since Sadie was only turning two that day, I should have asked for the toy for ages three and younger. Maybe when she's four, I will feel much better about her playing with a half naked doll.