My daughters love princesses. And fairies. And ruffles, glitter, anything that sparkles. They are girly girls, though that doesn’t mean they aren’t bad-asses. Cecilia is on the pre-team gymnastics team. She’s fast and she can do one-handed and no-handed cartwheels and back handsprings. And Penelope is a tank and has mad hops and quite the arm…we’re thinking future softball pitcher or track and field star or maybe swimmer/water polo player. Still, their conversation at the breakfast table had to do with none other than the Disney princesses.
Penelope: Cee-ya (Cecilia)…Who’s Jasmine’s boy?
P: Oh, yah. And Ariel’s boy is Eh-wick (Eric) and Sleeping Booty?
C: Ok, Penelope, listen. Jasmine’s boy is Aladdin. Ariel’s boy is Eric. Sleeping Beauty’s boy is Philip. Belle’s boy is Beast. Snow White’s boy is Prince. And Cinderella’s boy is Charming.
Me: Charming? Oh, Prince Charming.
C: Yeah he’s Charming. And Snow White’s boy is just Prince.
Wow. Cecilia teaches me something new every day, and yes, they really did have that conversation.