A Barbie just for Sydney

Sydney and I found something pretty awesome at Target today. Most times, as we wander the toy aisles at Target, we have a strict "We're not buying anything today" policy. Actually, that's my policy; she tends to disagree with it ... all the time. But every once in a while, we come across something that makes us both say, "Wow," and it gets put in the cart.
Today's discovery was ... wait for it ... Paleontologist Barbie.
She's awesome. Check her out:
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She comes with those nifty dirt-digging boots, khaki capris, a dinosaur shirt, and a pith helmet. Also, she comes with a pretend shovel and pretend bones that snap together to create a (very small) brachiosaurus skeleton. Honestly, she's fantastic. Okay sure, she's got the pretty hair, and the eye makeup, and the boobs, but she, more importantly, is the tangible evidence that YES, A GIRL PALEONTOLOGIST exists in the world. AND THERE'S A DOLL OF HER. Dismissing entirely that this doll is "Barbie;" this doll is a paleontologist.
So, I want to thank the "I Can Be ..." Barbie people for bringing the doll paleontologist into my home. After three years, I haven't found any other paleontologist dolls; have you? (Other "I Can Be ..." Barbies: doctor, ballerina, ballet teacher, teacher, computer engineer, chef, movie star, veterinarian, lifeguard, cooking teacher, zoo doctor, art teacher, babysitter, race car driver and architect.)
I tend to avoid the pink aisle because of its preoccupation with princess-ery, ball gowns and make-up. Sydney has little interest in it, as well. It must have been fated or something that we would both be okay with wandering that aisle today. And that there was only one Paleontologist Barbie on the rack. And that we saw it among all the other Barbie pinkness. And that I was in the kind of mood to break policy.