Jason and I swore we’d not raise one of those “girly girls,” not let Eliza fall in love with the Disney princesses, wear too much pink, be interested in fingernail polish and makeup. You know, all that stuff.
Yeah, right. We have absolutely no control over any of this, do we? We know better now.
Despite our attempts at putting Eliza in witty, black rock n’ roll tshirts, she still finds a way to dress like a fairy princess. As she said to me once, “Mommy, I’m a beautiful princess. Like Cinderella.” So much for the best laid plans.