The Captain took Donut to her first "character meal" at Disney World. It was a special father/daughter experience (i.e. too expensive for everyone to go, I was too tired, and He-Man adamantly insisted that it was "for girls"). This character meal thing is totally not our style but a week or so before we left, Donut started saying that she wanted to see all of the Princesses (gag me with a spoon) and I was a little nervous. Those chicks are in high demand. What are the chances that we would just stumple upon a group of Disney Princesses? So, I started investigating character meals featuring a slew of sparkly costumed women in their perfect mid-twenties. Much to my dismay. A wise friend once told me that she wants her girls to grow up to be themselves, no matter what that looks like (even if it meant cheerleading which had become a reality for her). I'm not happy about this whole Princess thing. I don't like that my daughter has become obsessed with my lipstick or that she likes to talk about how pretty she is (though she gets that from me because I'm constantly saying, "She is soooooo pretty. Ack." to her dad) and I don't like that she thinks that girl colors are pink and purple. But it's okay. Seriously. I'll be alright and with any luck she'll learn to take just a tad bit more pride in her appearance than I do and never be described accurately as frumpy.
Now, without further ado. The Princesses. And their boobs.
Belle, Donut, and the Captain
Sleeping Beauty and Donut
Ariel and Donut
Jasmine, her cleavage, and my entranced daughter.
I always thought Snow White was scary too, sister.
Next installment: Art and Creative ventures... I never take a break from being the "Artsy Mama".