While I’m away I will intermittently re-post some of my favourite miscmum entries from over the years – starting with this cheeky little tale from February 2007:
What would the resume of a Disney Princess look like?
Yes, I’m talking about Disney Princesses again.
Actually, I must have become desensitised to their presence in this house. Because, let’s face it, their invasion is almost complete. I see flashes of swirly skirts and tiaras everywhere: whether it be on bed linen, clocks, books, clothes, or backpacks. I am beginning to believe that lurid pink is a legitimate base for interior design and paint. I can’t help but smile when Keira puts on one of her crowns and dress-up dresses and prances all over the house. I used to be that girl, too. I can’t deny it any longer.
Take a look at this though:
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“Where’s Ariel?”
Ariel from The Little Mermaid was indeed absent when she normally makes the fifth princess.
“Perhaps it’s an example of aquatic discrimination,” I said. “The purely land-based princesses are marginalising the mermaid for social reasons unknown to us.”
Keira looks at me blankly.
I tried again, without the sarcasm. “She was sick the day they took this photo”.
Keira looks satisfied with this answer. Then she comes out with,
“Jasmine rides a carpet.”
“Yes she does.”
“Cinderella dances.”
“Yes.”
“What does Sleeping Beauty do?”
Good question. “Uh – sleeps?”
Right. I mean, what else does she do when you think about it? Prick her finger, I guess.
“What does Belle do?”
Another good question. “She looks after the Beast.”
Get out of there Belle!! Don’t sell yourself to domestic slavery to a Beast and a couple of talking candlesticks! You’re better off back with your dad, at least it’s honest work!**
