So I mentioned a while back that Mercy adores Cinderella. We did a pretty good job containing it for a while (the only Cinderella item in our house was the original Disney book that our landlord passed along to us from when his daughters were little), but we lost some serious ground in December. It is of course every grandparent’s prerogative to give Cinderella sippy cups, Cinderella plates and bowls, Cinderella underwear, Cinderella jammies, and the Cinderella movie to their beloved granddaughter for Christmas. I suppose things could be worse: at least there are no purple dinosaurs in our house!
Well, this morning I set up Mercy’s “farm” at the dining room table so she could play. She has chickens, ducks, farm tools, tractors, trees and a little “Farmer Jones”. She LOVES playing farm. Only this morning, for some reason, she got it into her head that one of the little plastic trees was Cinderella. So I went along with it, and took some of the other trees and made a prince-tree, annoying sisters-trees, etc. But, Mercy’s favorite part of the Cinderella story is Cinderella’s pink dress (the first dress that the birds and mice help make that gets ripped up by the annoying sisters), and she kept asking for her Cinderella tree to have a pink dress.
On a shelf above the table, I spotted a gift basket of art supplies she had been given that had some pink tissue paper sticking out of it as well as a nice package of pipe cleaners. In a matter of minutes, Cinderella-tree was ball-ready. I am pretty sure this is taking things to a whole new level.