Two more barbies -- including evening barbie, and string-bikini that mommy can't put back on for the life of her barbie.
A princess book with movie camera thing -- that seems to make it to our lunch table every fucking day.
Princess shoes with flashing lights -- that she found at the store and would not take off.
Princess face painting -- at Baby Loves Disco on New Year's Eve Day.
There are the princess stories she tells on our long drives, including my favorite, where the princess goes down the chimney (sort of like Santa...) but doesn't have stuff all over her because she gets all cleaned up.
Damn those neat and clean princesses.
I even asked her yesterday if she wanted to bring a barbie with her. I was on the phone with my bff, who laughed heartily at the fact that the word "barbie" flew out of my mouth without "fucking" in front of it.
And, she has taken to traipsing through the house with a blanket wrapped around her telling me "I'm an angel princess and I'm all married up, Mommy."
Thankfully, when you ask her who she's married to, she says "DADDY!"
Phew. At least there's someone out there who wants him.
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