So apparently these little girls don’t care too much for the princes. At the first party, I was Ariel and I referred to Prince Eric a few times. Finally one of the girls asked who he was. When I responded that he was my husband, she made a face like she had eaten a whole lemon.
At the second party, one of the girls asked where I lived. I told her I lived in Disney World with Prince Eric (left out the word “husband”. The word is too..real. Takes away from the magic I think. Decided to just call him, “My Prince”). She too made a face and asked, “Why are the princes in Disney World?”. Her tone indicated that she thought the Princes were unnecessary.
That little girl was trouble. There is one at nearly every party. The Skeptic. She’s getting a little too old and a little too smart to believe in princesses. She asked all sorts of conniving questions, trying to oust me I guess. Finally she asked the inevitable, “how did you get to the party?” question. I’d encountered the question before, and knew how NOT to respond. This time I siad I rode in a carriage. That skeptical look appeared again and she declared (in a rather threatening tone I thought) that she was going to watch me leave. She actually told me this several times throughout the party. I had to get the parents to announce present time so I could sneak to my car without an audience. Guess I still don’t have a good answer for that question.
Both parties today were a lot of fun but the first one had a twist. The girls and I were having a peaceful story time in the living room on the first floor. Halfway through the story, someone sounded the alarm that a pirate flag had been spotted on the banner above us and an attack was eminent. The second floor hallway was like a balcony that over looked the living room, and up there was older brother, dressed in black and sporting red power ranger facepaint, tying a pirate flag to the railing. Immediately (and almost instinctively) the girls sprung into action! And the funniest sight I’ve ever seen at these parties followed: a swarm of tiny princesses, dressed in their princessy finest, scrambled up the spiral staircase and into battle! After a few moments of squealing and shouting, they filed triumphantly down the stairs to hear the rest of the story (the power ranger pirate retreated to his room and closed the door).
So I guess what I learned from these two parties is that even at age 5, these girls were as independent and confident as any modern woman. They don’t need no prince and they can thwart a pirate all by themselves! It gives me much hope for the women of the future. You go girls!
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