Wednesday, November 28
“Skye! What are you wearing?! It’s not summer anymore, you can’t wear that, it’s too cold. Go and put your jeans on please, Daddy’s waiting.”
“But Mummy, princesses don’t wear jeans!” She peeled off her pink miniskirt and suntop and started rummaging through the drawers, sighing tragically.
“Yes, and you are not a princess.”
“But I want to be!”
“Come and let me brush your hair, you look like a monkey with it like that.”
“I want long blonde hair like that princess in Cinderella.”
“Your hair is long and blonde and what have you got in it, yoghurt? Bleugh, it’s all sticky. Can I cut your hair short like last time? It looked really nice.” And was sooo much easier to brush and dry, I thought as she wriggled away from me.
“No Mummy! Princesses don’t have short hair”
I held up a pair of jeans but she shook her head stubbornly and gestured towards her Sleeping Beauty Princess dress, that she had hung lovingly on her bed.
“You want to wear that? Oh, come on, just put jeans on. You’re only going to do the shopping with Daddy.”
“I want to wear my princess dress.”
“Oh, fine, wear what you want!” I gave up and left her to it.
A few minutes later Princess Sleeping Beauty wandered out of Skyes room, pulled on a very un-princess like pair of sheepskin boots and pronounced herself ‘ready’. Her father, King Carlo, stared at her aghast and said, “she’s not going out like that is she?”
“Yes, Daddy, I am a princess and this is what princesses wear.” She clomped towards the door, grabbing her fucsia fake fur coat on the way.
“I’m afraid so,” said the Queen, “this is what little girls like to do.”
“But, it’s not Carnevale! She can’t dress up like that.”
“Why ever not? Don’t be so silly. She thinks it’s the most beautiful dress in the world and wants everybody to see it. At least she hasn’t tried to wear it to school.”
“Oh! I forgot to tell you” Carlo said as the princess clomped back into the room, “Antonella phoned about the school Christmas concert. Skye is going to be a snowflake so she need white tights and silver tinsel to go with her costume.”
“Daddy, no! I don’t want to be a snowflake! I want to be a princess, always, and dance and dance...” She swirled around the room, her yellow dress billowing out in a circle.
As they left to do the shopping I sat down and picked up a plastic princess crown that was lying on the table, thinking about the school concert. A vision came into my head: rows of angelic children dressed as white snowflakes, three Kings, Mary and Joseph bent over a crib, proud parents and teachers watching. But suddenly, the effect was ruined as Princess Skye in her yellow dress and Ugg boots came swirling into the scene, spinning round and round, sending props flying...
It would certainly liven things up, but I'd better have a talk to her, maybe mentioning princess snowflakes...
at 10:34 AM