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My niece, Baby Girl, got a set of princesses* from her daddy for her birthday this week. She decided she wants to keep them at our house (she stays here during the week). I asked her if she was sure and she said yes because she didn't want the doggies to slobber on or chew up the dollies at home. Well, ok then. Can't argue that logic.

She was sitting next to Daddy on the couch sharing toots with my son (dudes, it's been a toot lovefest 'round these parts today - CAH RAY ZEE!). They were playing with the dolls, making up stories when apparently one of the princesses got all out of control and Baby Girl had to lay the smack down.

After trying to ignore the brutality of it all (and before a head was lost) we cut short tonight's episode of Ultimate Princess Championship Fighting.

I'm pretty sure Baby Girl and Aurora** won over Monkey Boy and Mulan but it was a damn close match fo sho.

*My brother in law learned that Mulan doesn't have a crown like the other chicks do. He learned this after he lifted the couch up and the girls cleaned the toys out from underneath looking for it. Hard lesson to learn no?

**It's Aurora around here, never Sleeping Beauty thank you very much. So sayeth the Dictator. Amen.


i am very mary said…
Actually, except for the tooting part because I have a cat that does enough of that, I wish we could have a princess smackdown around here. I would totally win.

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