Sweet Daughter asked me the other day which Disney Princess was my favorite. I’m not thrilled with the idea of “princess” as something to be when one grows up, but I picked Belle, because at least she reads. SD’s favorite? Cinderella.
I said “Cinderella is a perfect example of why you need to finish school and go to college.”
SD: Puzzled look
Me: “If she had a good education she could have a decent paying job, or at least one where she didn’t have to live in the attic and get up before everyone else and be ordered around all day.”
SD: Looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.
Me, continuing: “She’s a grown-up. Why doesn’t she just leave? See? This is why we have guns. So if a bad guy tells us to do something we don’t want to do, we have choices.
SD: Sighs. “Mamma. I think she chose to stay.”
And this is why other moms probably won’t let her come to our house to play.
Now there's a good way to get shot.
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