My day and sometimes night job is a children’s department lead at a bookstore. One of my responsibilities is to run a once a month American Girl event at my store for little girls and their American Girl dolls. I enjoy it most of the time. Sometimes I can’t help but get flustered because I feel ill prepared. Anyway, if you’re not familiar with American Girl, click here: American Girl
So what I usually do, is I pick an American Girl character, we discuss her and then we do a craft based on the girl. We have fun, the girls make new friends, the parents feel validated and everyone’s happy. Only, this month we were forced by corporate to do a “Just between us” event. Just between us, “Just between us” was between us and EVERYONE ELSE IN THE STORE. My company wanted us to host an event about helping little girls communicate with their parents about their changing bodies. Way to go! One of the most intimate discussions you could ever have in your young lifetime and you’re going to have it in a store…with people drinking a latte to your left and reading a gajillion magazines to your right.
It was the night of the event and I had decided that I’d start the “just between us” event and if things got weird, I’d jump into our regular american girl stuff. i.e. a craft…immediately. So this is how it went:
Me: Hey everyone thanks for making it to this month’s American Girl!
(kids and parents clap. I still don’t fucking understand why)
Me: Does anyone have this book?
(I hold up a copy of ‘The care and keeping of you’, and american girl published book for girls on how to clean themselves and to always wipe front to back and stuff)
(a few girls raise their hands)
Me: Cool! I’m asking because American Girl just put out a second book, which is great because we’re getting older and our bodies are changing and that’s ok!
Me: Okayyyy…so we’re making lucky penny buttons tonight for our craft!! Who needs help?!!