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.
2 comments:
"You're a bum" and they didn't get married after all.--Paper Bag Princess
I fought against the princess thing for so long w/ Peeps. I don't know how it happened, but Disney reached out and grabbed her anyway. So, I just sort of let them.
She always wants a princess story before bed, so I usually inject it full of feminist morals and practical advice. You know, hoping for some kind of balance. Sigh.
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