We're not ones to push the idea of princesses with our girls. We're not anti-royalty, we're just anti the entitled, self-centered attitude of the girls with "PRINCESS" printed across their behinds. Addy knew Nemo and Lightning McQueen long before she knew Ariel and Belle, because I was afraid she'd get hooked on princesses and never look back.
As she's gotten older, she knows more of the princess movies. We've gone along with a few toys here and there (and you better believe she was Cinderella for Halloween simply because her cousin had a cute costume that fit her), but overall we try to leave it alone.
Alas, try as we might, the princess addiction found her. Now she's consumed. She'll come down with a church skirt and a t-shirt on over her normal clothes and announce that she's a princess. And isn't she pretty? She doesn't ask me to kiss her feet or buy her a BMW, but I still cringe inside.
We do try to make some backhanded comments like, "Oh, you're a good leader? And you're kind and helpful to other people? That's great." Are we trying too hard? Of course we are. But hopefully society can thank us for that in 15 years when she's not an absolute diva.
That being said, you can imagine my joy when she was playing the other day (wearing the church dress she'd picked out) and started poking at her teddy bears' mouths with a pencil. She turned to me and said, "Mom! I'm a princess doctor. I'm working on their teeth."
Well, Dr. Princess, that's something I can work with.