Princess

Last week I was in my closet looking through my summer, non-maternity work-wear that I haven't seen or tried on in over a year. As I was trying on a skirt, Ivan walked in.

"Mama, are you a princess," he asked.

"Oh, I'm not a princess," I answered.

"I'm a baby princess," he then said.

I corrected him that he is a prince, not a princess.

A few days later, I brought it up again, saying "you saw mama try on a skirt and you thought mama was a princess."

"You are a princess," he said.

I didn't know that Ivan was aware of the princess concept. We did read and watch Snow White, but that's the only princess we've encountered at home. But at daycare, a girl named Morgan, whom I don't know but who must have transitioned into their classroom, had a birthday party. She had party favors in a princess bag. So that's were the princess concept comes from. I asked Ivan whether he knows the names of all the princesses on the bag, but he either didn't or wouldn't tell me. I could only recognize two--Snow White and Cinderella, or maybe that was Sleeping Beauty. I'm not sure.

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