I think I'm good on the stir the pot posts for a while ;)
So for real, let's talk....
Okay, not that one (who regardless of that Duchess title is totally a Princess in my book). More along these lines..
Last night, our local Chick*Fil*A had a "Princess Night" where all the little girls wore their princessey (word?) best and made crowns and got their fingernails painted and pictures taken with other "princesses".
This former tomboy was much like a fish out of water as little girls ran by in play high heels and ball gowns and big girls walked around in prom dresses and tiaras to play the part of the princess. BG wasn't sure what to think at first and then she saw the big Princess cow and freaked out. So that was fun.
Fortunately it didn't take her long to calm down.
After we ate, BG decided she was okay with the situation and wanted to go get in the thick of things. We averted her eyes from the scary cow and went on to the back to make us a little crown and hang with the Princesses.
Pretty fun. She absolutely loved it.
As we were leaving, Mr. P looks at BG and says "we'll have to get you a real Princess dress for the next one".
I pointed out that her dress had princesses on it.
"It's not the same. She needs a real Princess dress" he informed me.
They are already ganging up on me. And I'm the one who spoils her?!