Despite all best efforts this child is princess obsessed. For Christmas ld and I caved and gave her a dress up trunk full of princess dresses, shoes, crowns, jewels and sceptors. She was overjoyed, thrilled.
But I couldn't go down without a fight. I also put in other career options. I made some dress up cowgirl stuff (in honor of her heritage), a chef's hat and apron, and a nurse outfit. She finally consented to try on the nurse outfit after I showed her there were real bandaids in the pocket and a life-like but harmless syringe (left over from my teeth bleaching:). Then suddenly everyone had Owies and it was cool to be a nurse.
Tucked in the trunk was also this little gem:
I remember this book from when I was a child. I loved it then and found it online. It's dated, but such a sweet book. I get the attraction of the pink princess world, I really do. And maybe, (a big maybe) it has it's value. But being smart, brave and resourceful (as opposed to passive, dependent and air-heady pretty) is such a cooler thing to grow up to be. Even when pretending.
Oh. Did I tell you we also gave her a princess sleeping bag and back pack and some princess dolls? Shut up.