At a recent visit to the park, Kiddo ran to the gazebo, and did her "I want that" dance, talking about ... it was hard to understand until I saw what was out of her reach. It was a princess cup. No one was there, so I determined it was abandoned, a cup from Chuck E. Cheese with a crown lid. I took off the crown top, cleaned it in the wet grass, gave it to her, and disposed of the rest.And since then, she hasn't gone long without her "princess crown and tutu." We have yet to let her leave the house this way (with both any way). She is so happy about it. It lets her live her dream of being the "princess ballerina mouse" (Angelina Ballerina, a British cartoon based on the childrens' books). (She says "cahn't" now, with a British accent instead of the most American "cant".)
She seems unable to find her tutu on her own though. Twice she has been staring directly at it and not seen it. Once it was touching her foot, she still missed it. But she sure loves it. (Thank you grandma.)
