The princesses seem to have kicked the My Little Ponies out of the train to Indiana.
They are inconsistent on their final destination, but they seem to like to go all the way down the hall from the play room to our living room so they can visit our Cinderella’s castle kitchen.
Lily and Rose are convinced this castle kitchen is “the palace” and the princesses are going to the ball there. All the princesses get out of the train and dance on top of the stove. Somehow their feet don’t get burned in the process.
As I’ve said before, I hate these little princess dolls, yet we seem to keep accumulating more of them. Our crappy princess population recently doubled when I found a bag of the buggers for $1 at a garage sale. Now there are tiny princesses everywhere all the time. It drives me crazy, but it makes them so happy.