If you’ve never met a “Tiphi” but would like to experience the mind-numbing bit of cray-cray that accompanies her type, quickly find your way to the nearest American Girl store. You won’t have to stay long. Like finding sand in the desert.
Girl behind register: “Hi! Have you shopped with us before?”
Tiphi: “HIII! Yeah, like, um, we have, yeah! My daughter has all of the dolls of the year. We just came in to get Isabelle’s hair duuuun (fake laugh, fake laugh, fake laugh). Buphi saw a pair of sunglasses and we just had to have them soooo…”