I was driving along today as Ali was playing with her Disney Princesses in the backseat. She was trying to swap out their clothes, from what I could gather. I hear the following from the backseat:
Ali (mostly to herself): “Their dresses come off, but their heads don’t come off. Do their heads come off?”
It was a sickening sound, one that no one should EVER have to hear, except maybe Marie Antoinette.
I was pulling into a parking lot, so I quickly stopped and looked back at the violent carnage that I knew without a doubt would be waiting for me.
Me: “Oh, baby….”
Ali seemed completely unfazed by the most certainly R-Rated violence that she just
Ali: “Cinderella’s head came off. Cinderella was going to marry her Prince, but now just her face will have to marry the Prince.”
She hands Cinderella to me…I try to re-attach her “face”. Luckily, Cinderella seems completely unfazed by the certain pain she must be experiencing.
All of a sudden, I realize that Ali is studying Ariel’s face very carefully.
Me: “No more taking heads off, baby.”
Ali: “Can I still take dresses off?”
Me: “Yes, you can still take their dresses off.”
Ali: “Does it make you sad when I take heads off?”
Me: “Yes, removing heads isn’t exactly considered a nice thing to do to people.”
(More attempts at fixing.)
Me: “We’re going to have to get Daddy to fix her later. He’s a Princess Doctor.”
Ali: “Daddy’s not a Princess!! He’s a Boy!!!”
Me: “He’s a Doctor FOR Princesses.”
Ali: “Ooooh. Daddy will fix her face.”
Cinderella is looking for an Wrongful Injury Attorney, if you know of any good ones.