Kate and I went to Santi-Cali-Gon today with the girls, just to do a little pre-shopping. Apparently everyone has figured out the Friday pre-shopping thing, because it was craziness. Anyway, the girls know how I try to avoid any "Princess" things for Kate. I don't know why, exactly. I just think kids come naturally endowed thinking that they run the show all the time and so we don't need to provide them a label that justifies that. I'm not opposed to the Disney princesses (at least no more than the next mom who has listened to one of those movies 80 times).
So, the girls thought it would be super-fun to have Kate try on a tutu. She didn't like the first one, and I was relieved. Turns out it was the wrong color. The new purple one has been worn with pride much since then. My friends naturally bought it for her, and we took it home.
When we told Daddy about it later, I asked Kate what she'd brought home from the fair and she said, "tutu."
Daddy said, "Why do you need a tutu Kate?"
"Because I a princess," she replied.
All those years of strict parenting down the tube. Now I have to decide: Embrace the princess or retreat quickly?
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