Nolia has been obsessed with her polly-pocket type princess dolls. Okay, she's been entranced by all things princess, period. She has a Cinderella and an Ariel, plus a couple more smaller Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty cake-toppers that she has collected from various birthday parties. So it wasn't too much of a surprise when she told me, "Mama, I need a prince". Be still my heart. And, yes, I managed to not go into lecture mode. So a few days later we were off to the toy store in search of a prince. Found one as part of a set (so now we have yet another Cinderella doll, plus a horse & carraige and several costume changes whose tee-tiny shoes have already been lost). Nolia has been playing with them incessantly. All over the house, including the tub; in the car; she even sleeps with them. But poor Cinderella has been jilted by the prince in favor of Ariel. Except that she does call the prince Eric...
And now her baby brother is a prince, as well as her Daddy. Very cute. Sometimes Daddy is her prince, and sometimes she'll inform me he is my prince, in which case she'll claim baby brother. The sweetest is when she asks one of us to dance with her, and holds her twirly dress out to the side with one hand while swaying to the music.
