Princesses everywhere
I am utterly surrounded by princesses.
We are in the bitterly cold state of Minnesota visiting friends. This might sound familiar to some of you, as I have mentioned these friends before. Lily is now three years old and she has a little brother baking in the proverbial oven. I often find myself blindsided by how fucking adorable that little girl is. She has me wrapped around her finger - if she asked to play with my kidney I wouldn’t hesitate to reach for a butter knife and start digging.
Lily has a serious Disney princess fetish - one that her parents are more than happy to oblige. She has princess costumes, princess dolls, princess CDs, princess movies, and even a giant pink princess tent. It is as if a Disney store, sickened by its own pink sugary sweetness, vomited all over their house. She even has constructed her own elaborate role playing game - aptly named “Cinderella” - which I had the pleasure of witnessing first hand. It goes something like this:
First Cinderella (played by Lily) and the Price (played by Dad) must dance at the ball. It is important to note that Lily must first dress up in her Cinderella costume, complete with glass slippers (note: not really glass). Dad has to twirl her around in proper ballroom fashion until Lily screeches “I have to go!” and runs into the next room while trying to kick off one of the slippers. At this point Dad must pick up the “accidentally” discarded slipper and wait for Lily to return. Dad may not attempt to follow Lily into the next room lest she screams “The Price has to stay at the ball!”. Finally, Lily returns to the room and tries on the glass slipper and gracefully accepts her rightful role as Princess.
It is the fucking funniest and sweetest thing I have ever seen.
At one point Lily wanted to play Cinderella but Dad wouldn’t budge. The following conversation ensued:
Mom: Lily wants to play Cinderella. Play with her.
Dad: No she doesn’t.
Mom: Yes she does! Look, she is wearing her costume and slippers.
Dad: But she is wearing the wrong dress. That is Ariel’s dress.
I’m not sure what was better - the fact that Dad can effortlessly distinguish Princess costumes from across the room or the fact that he wouldn’t endulge his daughter while she blatantly crossed the streams of Disney princess mythology.
Right now Laura and Mom are out shopping for baby stuff and Lily and Dad are napping. I’ve been hanging out in the pink princess tent with a book, enjoying the rare moment of quiet. What can I say - it is comfortable in there. Plus I like looking at Jasmine. She is such a slut.
