My daughter recently came back from a stay at Casa de Nana’s and with her came a pair of pink slippers. I don’t shun pink all together but I don’t love it. When I found out I was having a girl I asked for ‘no frills, no pink’, but I still ended up with four loads of pink clothes after a baby shower. So while I allow some pink to fall into our lives I am iron-fisted about the ‘No Princess’ rule in our house.
There should be a sign on my front door that states, “Divas, princesses, queens and the odd fairy need not apply”. I just don’t want the influence that the princess toys, clothing and other assorted products seem to cause. I think my daughter is beautiful just not pretty, pretty princess beautiful. She can play dress-up and have all the whimsy and fun without the princess factor I believe.Â
So these slippers, stuffed way down deep in the overnight bag, enter our home and I immediately gasp. They are ugly. They are bright pink with silver embroidery on them in the design of a crown. There is a cheap paste gem atop the crown the size of my index fingernail. Above the gem is the word ‘princess’. I cringed. How could she?! How could my mother-in-law break the rule? I know grandparents indulge kids and don’t always listen to the parents but this is something that could not be ignored. The shoes do not even fit. She has to grow into them! Aye! They will be in our house forever now, I fumed.
My husband thought I was being irrational. He did until I told him to look at them again. He did and uttered this, “Augh. They look cheap. They look very….WalMart. Toss them.” And that my friends is why I married him.Â
