Channelling the Village People

Had to run out to the drugstore this afternoon. Asked the Princess if she wanted to come along for the walk.

"Yes mom! I'm ready!" She stands at the door in green and white striped tights and a pink tutu.

"You can wear the tutu, but let's put another skirt on underneath it. Grab your shoes - do you think you need a coat?"

She steps out onto the porch. "It's okay mom! I'm not cold."

I'd put a long-sleeved t-shirt on her this morning, and somewhere along the way she's acquired a purple hoodie, and it's done up to the neck.

"Alright - I'll throw your vest into the stroller in case you decide you want it."

Off we go. Grab what we need, and since we're there I decide to look around at the cosmetics to see if there is any garish 'princess' make-up on cheap.

"Do you like this blue eyeshadow?" I ask, looking around - and there's the princess. She's taken off her sweater, apparently the t-shirt I thought she was wearing is on the floor of her room, and she's dancing around the aisles of Shoppers Drug Mart in a tutu, with a bare chest and a pink suede, fur-trimmed vest.

What else can I say? I wish I'd had my camera