I am a Princess

Here is my princess. This is not what I would call her, but she has chosen this title for herself. She sings "IIIII am A PRINNNNNCESSS" She also talks of getting married and going to a ball. She serenades me as she dances to the music in her head {I can relate}I think I know were she picked up these lofty ideas. She went to a birthday that had a "Cinderella" theme. {My friend Beth, creates fun parties for her kids} There was a castle and they danced. Beth's daughter is one year older than Claire. Claire also sings " Reilly isss My Besssssst FRIEND. SHE Is In MY Classsss." { She puts everything to music} I think Claire is already giving in to peer pressure. I am not a real encourager of princesses and getting married at the ripe old age of two. She hasn't seen any of the Barbie or Disney princess videos. I don't want to influence her that way to much, but I guess I don't have a choice. I was hoping for a scientist or a great mathematician, some sort of inventor. We will have to see. She is my little girl.

I thought I should add this side note. The little princess got her first dethronement today. She was laying on the floor crying her eyes out because she wasn't getting her grapes and hummus fast enough.{ I'm telling you this girl is a task master} I asked her several times in a nice voice to get up off the floor and use her nice voice and I would get the food in just a minute. To this she screamed at me." I am not happy!" well at this point neither was I . In a not so nice tone I said, "Claire I will count to three, if you are not up off the floor you will sit on your bed till you can talk nicely." She screamed and I counted. Up to bed with her, up the stairs while she scream s" No! I want my food!" I put her on her bed and told her to stay there till she stopped crying. I left. She got off crying and screaming and came to the door. I picked her up and put her back on the bed and repeated myself. She looked at me in disbelief. I closed the door. When I returned about five minutes later she was still on her bed and not crying. I said "Are you done crying?" to which she replied with a somber "yes". I gave her a hug and said I am glad your not crying anymore. Would you like your food?" She nodded her head and said," Mom, I am happy now." So Am I.