I Wonder if She Gets A Lot of Speeding Tickets

As I’ve mentioned, my biggest obstacle in terms of keeping the illusion alive is the subject of transportation. The most common question I get from these curious little girls is, “how did you get to the party?”. Having once made the mistake of saying “a car”, I now just make something up about a magical invisible carriage. Cars are just not magical enough for a princess and no little girl would expect a beautiful sparkling princess to arrive in a boring old Nissan with a cracked windshield and months of bird poo decorating the hood.

Well, maybe one little girl.

As I was leaving my latest party as Cinderella, I was remarking to myself that I still hadn’t gotten the inevitable question. However, it was clear I wouldn’t get off scot-free though, when I looked down at the birthday girl and saw her scanning the line of cars parked outside her house. I could see the question forming in her mind and out it came,
“Cinderella, which car is yours?”

I looked at her, startled, trying to discern if it was a clever trap or not. A scene quickly played out in my head where I obediently pointed to my beat up sedan and the little princess suddenly screamed, “AhHA! I knew you weren’t the REAL Cinderella! You played right into my trap!”. And my cover would be blown.

So instead I spouted off about invisible carriages, gave a look to the Dad, who knowingly smiled, announced it was cupcake time and ushered the little ones back inside so I could make a clean escape.

But as I walked to my invisible pumpkin carriage and waved to the curious neighbors, I had to wonder: what on Earth gave that little girl the idea that Cinderella drives a car?