bibbity boppity boo...

Sister Girl has a real (I mean crazy) infatuation for anything princess! I used to scoff at such girls as I sat alongside my sons and pushed tractors in the dirt and donned batman wings and Darth Vader masks. Now I have one of those Cinderella dressed, crown sporting, high heal clanking daughters in my house - AND I LOVE IT!

But I realized this week that maybe her obsession with pink, taffeta and glitter had gotten out of control when I proceeded to discipline her (I'm sure for some slight offense) and she looked at me with those serious "Callender gene big eyes" and said in a voice that sounded like Ursula (you know the sea witch from Little Mermaid...come on now...)

"I put a spwell on yeww..." and then she pointed at me with her little two year old finger.

What! Did my toddler just curse me with some unknown preschool spell...was I about to grow warts and hop around in my dill pickle painted kitchen?

Luckily nothing happened to me but that evening to be on the safe side I walked around and collected all of her fairy wands and then dug a hole in the backyard, buried each one of them and if I had been Catholic I might have outlined her bedroom door in rosary beads.

(But currently being Baptist I instead sent out a prayer request and got a strong team of prayer warriors laying hands over my little one...)