She loved Every. Single. Second.
"Camp" only lasted Tuesday through Friday, but it took less than the first four hours to turn the diva dial all the way to overdrive.
On Wednesday morning, I asked The Princess to please make her bed and pick up her room before she got picked up for camp.
I was promptly informed that "Princesses have servants and do not have to pick up their own rooms." She went on to explain that most of the "princess girls" at camp have real people who come make their beds for them.
After picking my jaw up off of the floor and reminding myself that she is only four years old, I quickly informed her that a) we do not have "people" who come clean our rooms for us and b) (most importantly!!) I am the Queen, and The Queen trumps all.
Following some brief discussion which resulted in her new understanding that we would NEVER be revisiting this issue again, she went to pick up her room.
I ignored the "yes ma'am, your majesty" remark despite smart undertone dripping from it. Sometimes we just have to pick our battles and my message had been clear. At least she was making her own bed instead of turning her brother into her servant (as I would have likely done at her age...)
On Thursday, I decided that we needed to take the lesson one step further.
The Princess learned how to vacuum her own room. Don't worry... it is a self propelled Dyson and she barely complained.
We call this portion of last week's programming "Reality Camp."
Camp ended on Friday with a performance which included princess waves, simple ballet, pint-sized hip shaking and finger pointing, and even the token "Pageant Pouty Face".
Yes, the lines between Princess Camp and Pageant Camp became disturbingly blurred at one point during the recital.
Regardless Mini-Me had a wonderful time and has spent every day for the last week telling us how much she loved Princess Camp and wants to be a real princess when she grows up.
From your lips to God's ears, kiddo.
Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama
1 comments on "Princess Camp... and Reality Camp"
OMG, I am filled with a whole new respect for your tolerance and view of the big picture. And also just freakin' astounded that Princess Camp exists in the first place.
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