Today at the grocery store, Pea had to have a can of chicken noodle soup with princesses on it. Now, I’m not a princess fan. I didn’t even wear pink until I was in my late 20s. So when she asks me questions about the Disney princesses, I usually have to admit I don’t know. This is when using the Socratic method is great. “What do you think?” I asked.
She shot back, “Do you like princesses, Mom?”
Drat. And I had to refrain from an anti-monarchist rant in the aisles of Fred Meyer. Finally I said, “They’re not my favorite.”
But I’ve also tried to get her to eat chicken noodle soup before without luck, so if princesses are what it takes, I’m for it. (Damn you, Disney.)
What did surprise me is that she had to have the can of soup go to bed with her. It’s currently nestled between a porcupine and an anteater next to her pillow.